poetry month: how the men want to fly!

How the Men Want to Fly
by Rachel Snyder

I am holding men’s hearts in my hands these days,
running my fingers over toughened scar tissue, tracing the rutted pathways
of emotion run roughshod, and breathlessly lingering when I
feel myself sinking into soft spots around the edges.
The braille of a man’s heart is not so different from my own.

They come one after another,
dragging their piecemeal armor on the ground behind them, rusting and
clanging and kicking up dirt in the breeze, arms and torsos twisted and pained
from failed attempts to simply fling off these burdensome hunks of plated steel.

How the men want to fly! To put down their overstuffed attaches of the soul
on the dusty ground beside them and rise up in feathery lightness.
They have set small fires alongside the road. They have used up their last matches
in incendiary rage. They do not yet know that armor will not burn,
can never be torn apart with one’s teeth.

The neon sign outside my temple says eternally open, around-the-clock priestess. They
cross the threshold, leaving the scent of their bravado outside the door. So tired
each one of them is, exhausted from running to keep up, to hold his equilibrium
in place and fight the descent into darkness.

They turn as I peel them gently, layers falling to the floor. Unbound, the men shudder.
O Madre! they cry in silence. O Sister! Abuelita! Virgin! Maiden! Whore! Sinking, the
men tremble, then melt under the harsh frailty. There are puddles left behind
and in them, Look! the Moon has tossed slivers of Her smile.

(c) rachel snyder

3 comments

  1. Fear not M’Lady, I come before thee with shards of flint. Brought forth from the quarries of my soul. To strike each remnant, for to ignite an eternal inferno. With which to smelt the shields and meld upon your threshold, Bridging the chasm dividing the splendor of unity.

    Smiles…;)
    Wonderful read

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  2. rachel

    Outdoors2,

    No fear, M’Lord! For do not these synapses spark for yet one reason under Heaven? Does not every step lead awakening souls toward the Marriage Divine within, and thus shower unity’s splendor upon every field and forest, desert and divide? Good Sir, arise and pray reveal: How do you get the beautiful colors and fonts onto your blog posts? ;) thanks for visiting!

    knightofswords,

    Another kingdom heard from! Challenging, perhaps, yet less frightening than forsaking the Hero’s Journey and living the unlived life, wouldn’t you say? There is no more courageous, potent act than surrender, in my humble opinion. thanks for visiting!

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