crown, cup, birth, lapis. & four new words!

Dearest Lexiphiles,

Oooh it's a chilly one! Before we make a fire & sit down for a grilled cheese and a good long read, here's our latest post, laden with the fruits of the prodigious minds that contribute to this wacky project. Enjoy.


head locked in a spotlight
of metal and stone                   (crown)


eyelet in a mansion of grandmother lace    (crown)


whether thorn
or gold
or paper crest
lord shaped words
sit heavy on the subject's tongue      (crown)


I grew accustomed to wrapping myself
in my own arms

now to let someone in
between me and me                                        (cup)


your cheeks in my fingers
crusted salt of brine
on the chalice curve                     (cup)


bark of a tree
and mold
bitter medicine brewed                    (cup)


good Irishwomen drink whiskey
even when it isn't there                         (cup)

stare into the sun to let your eyes bleach out
then fill them with arrival                                       (cup)

death scoops a ball of light from one mouth,
drops it into the next                                              (birth)

 

who are the buds that don't want to open?
we helped the iris--or so we thought--
turned her petals, tidied her veins; and if she did not smile,
the ground did.                                                                          (birth)

the first air gulp
saline & beach sand                           (birth)


little hiccup
god pearl
seed root at its finite song                          (birth)




my duty as a plagiarist
on this bitch of an earth         (birth)




border land
stink of marrow over the wall
he lowers his bow only
to kiss the queen                            (lapis)


wind rounded
undevoted to either corner of the world             (lapis)




tears of a faraway city
play closed lens with the pharaoh            (lapis)


Echo and the Bunnymen
33rd & Lyndale
December, full, sixteen                       (lapis)

compass thief
& proud                  (lapis)



 
open is birth is crown
or perhaps a cup of lapis
spilling over                                   (all)

Azure circlet drinking breath

(first stone holding reign)

a lord of water—anew                 (all)

She wears her basement

like a crown, her fist a cup.

A wheat grain at birth,

now on the cusp of life,

a broken lapis petal.                       (all)

Words for the next round are

gate       photograph       grave       tongue

Join us! Or keep on sending your fabulous, freshly created worlds. The quicker you send your poems (seven lines max each to inkandfamine@gmail.com), the quicker we'll post! & please remember to follow this blog, leave comments (including word suggestions) and tell your friends.

With butter on everything,

Ink and Famine