Spell B O U N D
Spelled Out
Spellbound, he captured me
But it was only a dream.
Craftily my mind carved
A space where we danced
And he drank honey
From my pomegranate navel.
Gently we caressed
Butterfly kisses extended
Unto flight of heart.
Spellbound, he captured me
But he was only a dream
His rugged jacket and
Camouflages marched
Like ghosts in a desert
An aching in the hollows of my belly
Called out to him
Our wedding day approached
As I searched for wedding dresses
Pressed into
Bridal magazines forever
A flower of international deceit
Instant bravery served like
Coffee wasted unto a table of
Unfinished jigsaw puzzles.
Spellbound he captured me
But I was only a dream
Jacked up into a tiny space
I did not even scream
When my very being splintered
At my second birth
Blood and dust compressed
Clanging in the ears
Of innocent passersby
I dissolved like ice
Buttered popcorn thrown into
A crowded theatre
Surprising everyone yet
Recognizable as marches
For freedom
That will always and never
Be attainable.
He pushed me into a corner
Of my own life and I looked
Out screaming until
I broke the spell.
I captured the dream
Sat it at a distance
Breathing life into it
A dragon blast of oxygen
A parade of hope
Like on January 16
Every year dreaming
Of peace and rightness
Spell broken I captured me
Forcing air into my
Lungs as I expanded
Breath after breath
Thought after thought
Step after step
Lifting my hands
Unto the plow
Reclaiming my raisin
From the explosion
Digging the ditches
Of reconnection
Forming a mound of
Clay into a habitation
Praying arrogantly that all
Spellbound captivity
Will end.
Copyright © Rhea Daniel Dear | Year Posted 2007
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