Tag Archives: Caryatid
Gargoyle or Caryatid
Crouched above you, she holds everything against the mantle and flicks lit matches, narrowly escaping your exposed proud flesh. I could be her before another renovation after rain.
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
Parisian Caryatid
One quarter of a Wallace fountain, I am green cast-iron, hoping to hold up my end of the bargain. If my sisters are kind, simple, charitable, can I be sober beside them? I support dolphins along certain boulevards to blend … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
Roadhouse Revisited (Day 365)
She will answer her own question with another question wrapped inside a brilliantly clean pattern of reds, blacks, gold— a pattern bleeding into another, into another without end. “Will I make it to the roadhouse without dying tonight?” Spotting an … Continue reading
Filed under Day Poems
Rodin’s Caryatid
Bronze pillar come down to rest your arms upon your right knee, bow your head toward that knee beneath the burden of your stone. Your robe has fallen, a bundle upon your left thigh, a foot exposed, arching taut as … Continue reading
Filed under Day Poems
Caryatid’s Offering
Suffering gratitude is a burden she will carry from the well to the fire in a vessel upon her shoulders— understanding spilling like new wine speaking in tongues to the warmed earth. She endures the gift exchange of her clan, … Continue reading
Filed under Afternoon Poems
