Wet stitches
knotted high and pulled
tightening
fascia scars
organs grinding
for my own good.
Sanguine ligature
plucks a six-string
hymeneal improv
chaotically jerking me
this way and that
“for entertainment purposes only.”
Cherished with each loving tie
of an overhand knot
cat gut reins degrade via enzymes
as I unplug the cautery
and wait…
to bleed again.
Valves leak
bleeding grids onto an
ivory corset; spreading
sine qua non
I scrape claret-tinted resin
from the surface
cork-patch the holes,
wiped them clean,
and wait…
to slip free.
Plummeting headfirst
into a sea of autumn’s compost
I forage for a
blood-soaked pedon
raising only familiar shards
of glass and wire and plastic.
The cuts are small, so
I continue to float
and wait…
to bleed out.
(transcending)
I lay
in a field of lavender
on a mountain of freedom
in the springtime.
Posted for OpenLinkNight – Week #15 at http://dversepoets.com/
Eva Von Pelt 
whew.. what a visual feast…the plummeting and bleeding images are great ~
and yes, i do miss your writing.
hope all is well sis ~ thanks always for your lovely words about my writing ~
Really glad you experienced the visual drama! I apreciate your kind comments more than you know : )
Thank you my kind Sister…can’t wait to read more of your wonderful words…hopefully, you will see more of mine, too.
Boy your imagery is potent and chilling – ‘I forage for a
blood-soaked pedon’ an original and striking thought – (transcendence) always seems to require the process, the going through of what seems unbearable – of course, ultimately all love stories end in death but we want to forget – remarkable poetry.
Thanks, Anna! Glad you like the imagery and yes, the process of the (seemingly) unbearable being necessary to continue on…always the potential of death and rebirth in so many ways. I find it interesting! lol…
As you know, I enjoy your writing and I really appreciate your thoughtful comments : )
Enjoyed your choice of words and phrases with visions for me to contemplate.
☮ Siggi in Downeast Maine
Thanks so much for the read and comments. Siggi : )
excellent use of language…each stanza carries one or two words that are disturbing even on their own but they come alive with goosebumps within…very nice…
Thanks, Brian…I appreciate your comments! Love your t-shirt poem : ))
there’s much pain in this.. in things breaking, bleeding and dying…love the transition..the coming to rest..and after reading this i want to lie down into a field of lavender and let spring kiss me…
Beautiful…thank you, Claudia. I was trying to bring hope at the end. The entire thing is quite dark for me : /
The image I get here, piecing life together…but on an operating table; blood, guts, cautery, stitches, and finally that wonderful last transcending stanza….lying in a field of lavender, in the springtime. Powerful and lovely work!
Oh, thanks Jacqui! It’s so interesting to hear what people see when they read your words. I was seeing the same thing : )
Powerful and, it seems, painfully personal piece of writing. Lying in that field of lavender provides the comfort and closure you seek… // Peter.
Thank you, Peter : ) I do love lavender!
Never has a scab been described with such natural beauty–claret-tinted resin. Wow, so many straight-up descriptions and metaphors, I was spinning with interest and awe with each new line. And then the ending, a description of escape. To a better life? To death, heaven? So munch great stuff. Thanks for this, Eva. — j
Humbled by your kind comments, Joe. Yes, there certainly was a lot of metaphors! You’ve picked up on several things that inspired me…the resin/scab and the end, which could be viewed several ways, but was meant as a wish for a better life, but likely to be death/heaven…
Thanks again for your thoughtful comments : )
I never told you how much I dig this one. So, I do. “Knotted high and pulled” is fabulous. You saw (and showed) so far beyond the surface of flesh an vulnerability.
Thanks for commenting, Shawn : ) Glad you enjoyed this! I’m trying different moods and although a bit serious for me, it was good to explore something with a bit more emotion.