The Ivory Tower
My world stirs darkly within a tower of ivory
shielding its blood bone kitchen
where the recipe for life’s own flood
is compounded and slurried into
sinusoidal tunnels into
the raging stream of
our bright intentions
spilling into that
clangorous world
that begins
at the border
of the skin
I’m in.
– L. Rakowski
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Comments on: "The skin I’m in, the marrow within" (3)
Very clever and well written poem.
Wow….I like how the poem was structured. I have to get my dictionary out to understand some of the words meaning. Thanks for challenging me!
This poem really gives me a picture of bone marrow. Is that what you meant? Thank yo so much for sharing.
Peace……………Kathy