I Am Left With Keats

I wish I could be a bright star

with eyelids blinking eternity

instead of this dullness more

bone than flesh.

I curl into Keats and feel

the oil on the book’s frayed corners

from my fingers stealing words

for my memory.

My head was once pillowed

upon love’s breast in its

glory and fire that burned

away all thoughts of temporary.

A flame unfed by air dies

as did my heart when

you stopped breathing.

Now I cling to Keats to keep

you from disappearing.

Together we feasted on his words

while winter melted into spring

and if I lose him you will slip from me.

Odes, Lines, songs are the food

that I eat to pass my days.

I am brailed to his words

waiting until life unties their ropes

to let me use my wings.

©Susie Clevenger 2013

At Real Toads Fireblossom challenged us to write about a book within the story within the poem....book, poet, story, poem....Thank goodness she wrote one as an example. :) I chose John Keat's poem Bright Star as the basis for my poem, but also referred to his odes, lines and songs.

Brailed: to bind (the wings of a bird) in order to prevent it from flying

Fireblossm Friday ~ The book withing the story within the poem

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