Communion

There are no myrtle trees to walk among,
No respite when the heat is at its worst.
I place your name beneath my barren tongue –
a stone to slake this cruel, relentless thirst.

With eyes half-closed, I taste it, let it flood
my mouth with salt and honey; let it fill
me with desire. Like air, like wine, like blood,
I draw it out. I savor its sweet thrill.

I wonder – if I swallowed, if this stone
became a part of me, would I be whole?
Could I survive on just your name alone,
or would I roam this life with half a soul?

The more I reach, the further you recede.
A bitter draught: this stone, your name, my mead.


This sonnet brought to you by yeah write’s February poetry slam!

17 responses to “Communion

  1. A really beautiful poem ❤

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  2. Christine the sonnet queen strikes again. Beautiful.

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  3. Jennifer G. Knoblock

    See, this last line, this is why we love iambic pentameter. 🙂 And wow, the name as a stone and the religious overtones–lovely.

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  4. You had me at myrtle. I love the way your lines flow into each other in the second stanza and the relaxed, effortless feel of “I wonder – .” And that last line! I could read a million more of these!

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  5. As always, I am in awe. There is so much that works here that I can’t focus on just one aspect.

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  6. you truly are an amazing writer.

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  7. “Like air, like wine, like blood,” so gorgeous.

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  8. Oh, you mixed it up with “me with desire”. Or no. You want me to put the accent on “with” and swallow up “me”. . . aha, I see why. I think you have the best ending line, Christine. Tied this up with a bow of angst.

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  9. Good lord this is amazing! Did you do a victory lap around the room when you finally had it nailed??

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    • *hahaha* Sort of. It took me days of hair-pulling, cursing, memorizing lines and just breathing it. I started with the name and the stone, and then had to wrestle it into some kind of shape from there. Thank you for the compliment!

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