Silver Keys




Silver keys

All around me





Like a long white glove to a carriage,

Rain-soaked at 2 a.m.


Skin sluffs

In chunks



This red taste

Just the tip of your tongue

Close your eyes

Feel into this flavor



Delicate and clumsy

A drunken moth


The flames were torrents

         Terror tumbling ton-heavy

                Beams of blackness


The pendulous padlock hangs

         Open and the keys

         Are tangled in today


Taste these smoldered

             Cedar beams; singed

             Singled out


A solid stolen snarl, though

One lock fits every key


A spine is tapped for being


Spiral this silver wire

Tail to tip, touch it: the stream

Has a source; slippery, soft, sluiced,

Me. You. Tight as a

Taut silver spin, tangling,


The box gets no bigger

By just sitting. Breaking

Comes by sinking, sunk,

No sound, wire tap, dot dot dot dot dash

Dot d dot dot dash, dot d dot dot dash

Dot d dot dot dash dot d dot dot dash

Dot dot dot dash dash dash dot dot dot



Do you hear that?

The sword

Loosed from the scabbard



By Ellen Metrick
Poetry collection Teasing out the Divine (Mercury HeartLink, 2012),  is available at these Independent Bookstores in Colorado: Between the Covers Bookstore in Telluride, Innisfree Poetry Bookstore and Cafe in Boulder … (and on Amazon).


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