The great singing voices of the dead

[(Wordy)]

Down in the
blood corridors and
down in my flesh
I’ve been writing you –
my fingers and I,
you gave us things
to remember: soft
tracings of your cheeks
and chin, the keystrokes
of our solitude.

Morning eyes remind me
how much of you remains untouched,
how many discoveries,
whose stranger dreams remain.

As the day spins, songs climb out
of the minute details suddenly
from wherever they'd been waiting,
and you sing your way inside them,
inhabit them wildly
like bodies that belong to you.

Our mouths, wide, flood the chorus,
as they launch and intersect with us,
the great singers of the dead,
smooth of soul and rough of blues;
and just as we have a weakness
for living, they sing of theirs,
of how bodies feel good together,
and how we are glad to be weak.


(c) Stu Hatton 2005

http://wordyness.blogspot.com/2005/06/great-singing-voices-of-dead-2005.html

 

[Tronica]

This is beauty, the merging of two into one AND the mystical presence... as though in the merging of two, there is a merging of everything that came before and everything that will be... that is the sheer force of the coming together of two souls, strong in their weakness.

 

[Raz]

Down in the
blood corridors and
down in my flesh
I’ve been writing you

I love this, this is such an evocative passage....

I keep going back and re-reading the rest of it as well, it grows a little more on me each time; but that first passage is my favourite bit.

 

[RareForm]

^agreed.

 

[(Wordy)]

Thanks for the feedback!

I think the poem loses its way a little bit after those opening lines. It's still a work in progress (no poem is ever truly 'finished' IMO). I'll probably play around with the punctuation and the way the lines run on... I think some of the lines need more breathing space, more silence to break them up.