Fallen Arches
Jun. 4th, 2010 10:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
super_seme04AN: I'm thinking about calling this cozy, little 'verse Swirling Black Lilies or Pagan Poetry. Both are taken from Björk's Pagan Poetry and the song just really helped me slip into the right place for this.
I'm back home for the summer.
My sisters move like they can walk on water and even my brother is graceful.
Around them, I'm constantly reminded that the only rhythm I have is my heartbeat.
They all take after Daddy and I don't mind that.
They're all light and clever and sharpness and I couldn't love them anymore than I already do.
They can all dance and dip and twirl and I'm just happy to watch them.
"Do you know," my brother suddenly said to me one day, "that I'll never have to worry about you?"
He's the eldest and he's Daddy's son.
His eyes are blue and green and sometimes gray.
"You'll keep your feet on the ground, cukookajoo. I'll never have to be afraid that you'll be stolen by the wind."
Our sisters are spinning around us and someone fast and joyful put a flower crown of clovers and posies on my head.
Posies don't grow anywhere near the house or in the garden.
The twins, the youngest, our little pixies, pull us to our feet.
We all spin until we're too dizzy to do anything but fall to the grass and laugh.
Above us, the sky spins around the sun like a pinwheel of cotton white and clear, soft blue.
I'm back home for the summer.
My sisters move like they can walk on water and even my brother is graceful.
Around them, I'm constantly reminded that the only rhythm I have is my heartbeat.
They all take after Daddy and I don't mind that.
They're all light and clever and sharpness and I couldn't love them anymore than I already do.
They can all dance and dip and twirl and I'm just happy to watch them.
"Do you know," my brother suddenly said to me one day, "that I'll never have to worry about you?"
He's the eldest and he's Daddy's son.
His eyes are blue and green and sometimes gray.
"You'll keep your feet on the ground, cukookajoo. I'll never have to be afraid that you'll be stolen by the wind."
Our sisters are spinning around us and someone fast and joyful put a flower crown of clovers and posies on my head.
Posies don't grow anywhere near the house or in the garden.
The twins, the youngest, our little pixies, pull us to our feet.
We all spin until we're too dizzy to do anything but fall to the grass and laugh.
Above us, the sky spins around the sun like a pinwheel of cotton white and clear, soft blue.
