Dendrite Sacrifice

She cremated her voice

and sprinkled the soft

ash on the frozen pond

behind her grandparent's farmhouse.

 

Bare trees, wooden bones, watched

her press sheet music

into the moon-crusted snow

         and the wind pulled

         the blood from her heart.

 

The stars are bright with

hunger her grandma's reverberating
voice quilted against her vision

The woods lifted the moon

higher until the sky gaped

and the cold shifted away

from her skin, away from the stars,

 

and settled like birds in her voice.

Author's Note

A diff word than 'quilted' for describing the grandma's voice, any ideas?

Reviews

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

ending this as your voice being a nest is brilliant and perfection become relative
it keeps the poem circular and is also a resting point, which is a tribute to the reader and the cycle of life and the subject matter
and though the poem is pretty cohesive, it reads like a surreal dream, like you're not really sure what's going but everything feels natural and familiar
it feels like a painless death and you leave knowing you witnessed something, maybe you're not sure what, but you know it was beautiful

[allie_arrowz]

this is very pretty. it has more of a ..complete subject and story that some of your other work which i like. each line is so like flowery haha.
i like the change to reverberated.
also how the last line ties back to the first.

[Emily B]

embroidered instead of quilted?

amazing, amazing work here

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

The stars are bright with
hunger her grandma's reverberating
voice quilted against her vision

maybe

[eglantine]

yes, there it is. Just needed a lil' help flipping over the stone, thanks!

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

all the cool bugs are usually under the stone, ha...yw, glad to be of soivice

[eglantine]

lol soivice

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

whoot! watched too many stooges as a child