The Wishmaker

Upon allowing him entrance to the blooming grove

of her complicated -- over saturated -- psyche,

an ivy-laced gate was pushed aside -- one that

could never be barred by the hands of another man.

 

            gravity itself drew them together --

            two objects with enough magnetic mass

            to tip the earth from her orbit

           

Knowing was immediate, as the last lonely wing-beat

of a hummingbird, and she trifled with the timing

before understanding the exodus of her past lives --

because they were all wiped away by his hands.

 

            she was in it now -- completely --

            pupils dilated to the possibilities

            of what hands upon flesh can do

 

Eventually there was nothing left to define --

everything had been done, the stars all had names

and every inch of the sky had already been traversed

by the wandering feet of their love-making eyes.

 

            she wrote him poetry by the light of candles,

            as he taught to her lost languages, and

            traced his name in the curve of her throat          

 

She was a tulip still forming the golden cup of maturity

when a Pacific breeze blew him into her off-kilter axis,

answering prayers she uttered only by the light of the moon,

proving that midnight wishes are not always ill-spent. 

Reviews

[Dana Alsamsam]

that third stanza and the image of the hummingbirds wings flitting along with his hands wiping away the scars of her past life is so incredible. that part really resonated with me! third to last stanza is so bittersweet- the love making had taken them on adventures, yet now all of the mystery has fallen from the stars in the sky (this reminds me of a piece i wrote a while back called semblance) this piece is absolutely lovely.

[Astro]

There are so many great descriptions pertaining to emotions and desires I don't know where to begin. That's not to say that I have nothing to say about this poem. "Ivy laced gates" reveal to me a lost garden that needs a bit of TLC to allow those blossoming petals to reach for the sun and feel the caress of hummingbird wings.

"before understanding the exodus of her past lives --
because they were all wiped away by his hands. "
Here I see the tenderness of a gentle hand wiping away tears so that eyes could see clearly once again.

" pupils dilated to the possibilities
of what hands upon flesh can do"
A reawakening, after the long night filled with a hunger that feels insatiable but for that one thing.

"traced his name in the curve of her throat"
When wishes are finally given a name, it must be spoken wholeheartedly if it is to be made true.

"when a Pacific breeze blew him into her off-kilter axis,"
And once again sea legs find their balance steadied by the distant embrace that awaits under starlight.

So many gorgeously vivid images I cannot fully do them justice, I can only say you are truly talented and a poet after my own heart. Excellent write Sarah very moving.

[Jack...]

Damn Astro, how am I suppose to review this fine poem after this. Man, now I am just going to have to go with "WOW!!!"

[Astro]

I think that would sum it up just fine Jack. ;)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Haha You guys are my greatest fans and I love you both :)

[Astro]

I'll take that as the inscription of your new book please. :D

[Nkosana B Masuku]

A striking poem Sarah.i love especially these lines " Eventually there was nothing left to
define --
everything had been done, the stars
all had names
and every inch of the sky had already
been traversed
by the wandering feet of their love-
making eyes."Beautifuly expressed and written :)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you my dear :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

"she wrote him poetry by the light of candles,
as he taught to her lost languages, and
traced his name in the curve of her throat"

Such words you compose in verse cannot be lovlier, can they? The ambience you exude is so polished, as though it were written years ago.

Your poetry is better than soup for the soul, Sarah!

My best,
Kelly

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you, Kelly...I'm glad you liked this one, because it was one that I really "felt" in the creation, you know?

[Troy Henson]

Such a beautiful descriptive piece. Excellent tone and flow Sarah and imagery to sleep for.
Regards
Troy

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Well, thank you, Troy. May your dreams find you in a magical place :)

[shallimarRose]

Breathtaking .. Love the form the flow the nuance.. stunning..
Filing this under... "I wish I wrote this one" .. lol... huggs, Rose

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, Shallimar! You humble me yet again!

[Heartshaped Rain]

Undeniably fantastic, (first line: I chuckled at the over-saturated line) I loved your word usage in this write, ivy-laced gate barred by the hands of another man, oh the prize of knowledge of such a line, to belong, unequivocally to someone, without a doubt a stunning epiphany however that gate may swing.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much...yeah, I'm typically "over-saturated", and this was auto-biographical, but I try to avoid always using "I" lol

[Heartshaped Rain]

A good tip to keep in mind, thank you :)

[Souladareatease]

To Dance a dare--such bravado, decadence, and energy--You capture it's Beauty Dear Friday--in elegance!!!
apologies for being behind on comments--I shall be catching up on reviews soon!!!

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

No worries, my friend! I've been dealing with things as well...I always know you are here :)

[Tomahawk Joe]

I like the smooth flowing pleasant feel to this one.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you...I *sometimes* write smooth pleasent things ;)