ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Daedalus, cradling
your son's ironic wings—weep
wax-hand, gallant thief.
your son's ironic wings—weep
wax-hand, gallant thief.
Literature
Dusk
Crowning glory aflame,
a golden Queen
surveys
Jeweled ladies
revel in the coming
of night.
Literature
to map sunrises...
one day I will tell my daughter to touch herself
before she ever lets a man do it for her, to learn
her body-secrets and the shape of pleasure. I will
tell her that San Francisco always keeps your heart.
that her skin is a blank canvas, that hair grows,
the value of the right kind of disrespect. that the older
we get, the more we need the people who knew us
when we were young. I will tell my daughter
to give away the secrets that keep her up at night,
and that there is never a wrong time to love someone,
but sometimes a wrong way. I will teach my daughter
to travel without makeup; that sometimes forever means
morning and sometime
Literature
Swing Low
Unlocked doors,
cow bones and catacombs -
the charm of small town America.
swing low, swing low
There's nothing but the wind,
and the miles around,
whispering they will take you away.
Swing low, swing low
was a promise your momma made you,
now she sleeps, and you know she was right.
Sweep, sweep, sweep
beneath the rug...
They are only sleeping.
But the wind says what their hollow eyes do:
Oh wretch, swing low, swing low, swing low.
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
After a little research I changed tar-hand to wax-hand--in the interests of preserving historical accuracy and so on.
Comments25
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
It's a pretty good haiku. I'm not sure if the change bettered it or not. Sounds good either way to me.