Blue Angel
Blue Angel
her undeclared war raged under
her hundred thousand battle scars
making her peace a guilty place
her million guns back fired all at once her love murdered
by the magic bullets of sacred money his heart discounted
by a capitalist roulette wheel spinning through his blood
she is so powerful she shakes like a steam engine
inside the mutating gene of a tiger moth’s antenna
her double helix strands explosive cinnamon twists
pushing too far too long to bursting point she operates
blood brought from the stone to purge death’s revenge
fits of sparks clicked from her heels Kansas still a dream
eyes to set fires by fix a sister’s lover to a brother’s bed
her fears scatter from the coiling warmth of life’s wriggle
her soul still an atomic bomb inside the last Russian doll
her undeclared war cradled sweet
her hundred thousand calls to arms silenced
by a single kiss between her wings.
JGH©2009
her undeclared war raged under
her hundred thousand battle scars
making her peace a guilty place
her million guns back fired all at once her love murdered
by the magic bullets of sacred money his heart discounted
by a capitalist roulette wheel spinning through his blood
she is so powerful she shakes like a steam engine
inside the mutating gene of a tiger moth’s antenna
her double helix strands explosive cinnamon twists
pushing too far too long to bursting point she operates
blood brought from the stone to purge death’s revenge
fits of sparks clicked from her heels Kansas still a dream
eyes to set fires by fix a sister’s lover to a brother’s bed
her fears scatter from the coiling warmth of life’s wriggle
her soul still an atomic bomb inside the last Russian doll
her undeclared war cradled sweet
her hundred thousand calls to arms silenced
by a single kiss between her wings.
JGH©2009
<Deleted User> (5646)
Tue 4th Aug 2009 11:41
I think this has so much hidden depth it is difficult to fathom and that is what this poem is about.
The fighter in life who battles on regardless but comes to a standstill to meet itself coming back. I hesitate to day 'her' because it can happen to anyone.
I like the reference to 'Dorothy' and the russian doll. The dream still being sought and the rage deep within needing escape.
Of course i could be completely wrong but that's what this poem says to me. :-)
Janet.x