The Bone Cage
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mental health issues such as eating disorders, self-harm, body dysmorphia, depression, anxiety; happiness in the little things that make us smile; love (the not-so-nice side) & a sort of miscellaneous section of poems about things like writing, friendship, butterflies, crows and rain.
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The Bone Cage - Lydia Teasedale
The Bone Cage
Lydia Teasedale
Copyright © 2015 by Lydia Teasedale
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.
First Printing: 2015
ISBN 978-1-326-40363-8
Published by Lulu.
www.lydiateasedale.co.uk
for Tommy
who inspired me to finally write some
positive love poetry.
I’ll write my prose on your skin,
punctuating each sentence with my lips.
TIME-LAPSE
I knew I loved you when rose quartz crystals
began to form around my now-beating heart.
the passage of time didn’t slow the formation,
instead it quickened
(a sped-up video
of a flower blooming)
the more time passes,
the stronger we get.
I can’t help but feel surprised
every time I look at you -
how is it we keep getting
so much better?
MY MAGNUM OPUS
how many syllables
would it take?
what words can I construct
to do it justice?
how many sentences
would get the point across?
try as I might
I can’t write
you
GLOWING
I knew the air was cold
but my skin felt warm,
just for having you near.
the sky was an early dark
that I told you I adore.
when the days get shorter
and the nights longer
my heart just sings.
maybe it was that
that made me feel light and alive
(or maybe it was the wine
or the cocktail
or maybe
it was you)
I laughed inside at myself,
how worried I’ve been
and how afraid.
it was all there,
clear as night
in your eyes.
JULY TWENTY-FIFTH
L etters slide from lips
O nly to fall into ears
V ery gently, so softly
E nding in a blissful kiss
LOVE ISN’T
love isn’t a veil covering old scars
or a secret whispered on cold evenings.
love is open, naked and raw;
love is vociferous, impossible to silence.
love isn’t I wish I could
or maybe one day
or a safety net when real life is too tough.
love is always, passionate and perpetual;
love is here and now, it’s you.
YOUR VISION
today I caught a glimpse of my reflection
in the dirty glass of the bus window and I was beautiful.
you wink -
I blink
(to make sure you’re really there)
I have to wonder if anyone was staring,
I was laughing too much to be caring.
you walked by,
close enough that I could smell you
and my mind emptied, then filled up with smoke.
you’re close enough for me to taste you
and it’s like the saltwater sea,
only better:
it ends, you don’t.
you’re always close enough
for me to hear
(a lyric, a gasp, a moan in my ear)
you wink
I think
you caught me in a microsecond.
COMPOSITIONS
I’m finding love to be
(among other things)
this insane explosion
of creativity, colours
and sounds rushing…
words whispering.
fingertips are brushstrokes,
tongues trace patterns like pens.
we are a masterpiece
together.
INFATUATION
you still make my heart skip
and words freeze on my tongue.
you bring a blush to my cheeks
and a sigh to my throat even now.
every kiss leaves me wanting another
and my greed leads me to demand it.
after all this time
I feel like I’m at the start,
just falling in love with you more
every day.
BRONTOPHILIA
the dark sky illuminates in sudden flashes -
I’m sure my room turned blue in an instant.
thunder crashes around me
and takes me back to the night
I first got to know you.
there was lightning just like this when you first bought me a drink.
there was thunder just like this when your lips first met mine.
since then, storms fill me with joy
and I hope they always will.
NATURAL DISASTERS
why would we want perfection?
we are storms held in human skin
we are a beautiful, fucked up mess
and I wouldn’t change a thing.
perfection means no variety,
no surprises and no excitement.
I want you, with all your earthquakes
joining all my hurricanes and flooding tears.
GUARDIAN
as I lie in bed I hear the faint sound of a laugh track
reaching me through the crack beneath the bedroom door.
sometimes I hear you laugh, too,
or couch or move around.
I imagine telling you this and I just know
you’d feel guilty for keeping me awake
but I’m grinning into my pillow.
this place used to be silent, frighteningly so,
the only sound my own heartbeat
(the vermillion frenzy racing inside)
now, I sense your presence in the other room
(sometimes I hate that I’m such an early riser
and prematurely retire before you)
now
I feel safe here.
(what monsters or ghosts would dream of intruding
with you as my protector?)
I lived here for a long time before I met you
but you turned it into my home.
I stretch out over the cool empty space
(your side)
it’s usually an empty, lonely feeling
but now that space feels like a promise:
you’ll be here soon.
MISSOULA
forget oral words and written letters,
I’ll read your smile and listen to your eyes.
stories will spill out –
[ and for a moment I think I see
the sparkling outline
of your thoughts ]
the still surface of my shiraz
brought to mind