LJ idol season 10 episode 5: Fear is the heart of love

[pixietastic]

The Ritual of first night

The bridge is a tangle of vines and broken boards swaying across the expanse,
with outstretched gnarled knuckles bracing weight precariously on ancient rites.
He grasps the fraying knotted threads that tether this world to the others.
The rhythmic sway of crumbling faith, fated, balanced, though serene,
planning/planting, every delicate moment, while shrouded in obscurity.

Blind terror glows, fickle and fleeing; embers flickering in the wind.
Liquid in glass swirls lazily in glass, cloaked carelessly in Bordeaux sin.
Laughter slicing sharply through the last shards of daylight,
the tap dancing of tongues; enmeshed.
Momentary wanderlust; wonder-lost, eclipsing ellipsis hanging in the air.

They resist.

Comments

[j0ydivided.livejournal.com]

I love the imagery in this!

[favoritebean.livejournal.com]

Reminds me of a time long ago.

[penpusher.livejournal.com]

A charming tale of an almost time... but did you intend the "glass" repetition in line 7?

[rayaso.livejournal.com]

I loved the imagery, especially in Line 7.

[mamas-minion.livejournal.com]

Beautiful poem very evocative imagery

[adoptedwriter.livejournal.com]

This says a lot in a few words. Nice!

[bleodswean.livejournal.com]

Such a visual analogy!

[my-name-is-jenn.livejournal.com]

Beautiful!

[halfshellvenus.livejournal.com]

Fascinating imagery here, particularly the first stanza. The bridge itself is not that sturdy (in actuality or in what it represents), and yet it is the only thread of connection left.

[dee-aar2.livejournal.com]

The imagery .... loved it. Dark in an embracing sort of way.