Thursday, May 24, 2012

[Poem] The Maidens of Sivilay


The Maidens of Sivilay

Here, then, your mouth a chamber
Of earth, of brass, of lead and smoke.
Your hair is made of silenced poets!

Those lips of adamant tenderness
Unrelenting


Originally appeared in Touching Detonations, 2003.


2 comments:

John Till said...

Is the image a temple? A vimana? Just curious...

Bryan Thao Worra said...

It's from the mysterious Xieng Khuan spirit city built by a 'mad monk' near Vientiane, Laos. There's quite a a story behind it all, but this particular one is supposed to be an allegory of going through hell to get to the tree of enlightenment...