Stasis Angel

The pain in your belly
is your birth,
rising like the sun
of a gasoline morning.
And you are perfect,
pure,
and clear.

Wings clipped:
body, jar, formaldehyde.
Figure shining in
eternal presence.

Forever breathing the silence:
a whisper of the divine
in your naked sanctum.

Here and now is the time
to smash the glass
and hold you in the air.

Stasis Angel by transmute

A reload.

This was the subject of a collaboration with the lovely Shanina Conway.

I may upload this image again with her permission.

MissKristyover 5 years ago

Okay, anyone who fits the word formaldehyde into a poem is my hero.
Jo O'Brienover 5 years ago

I love this Chris. Every sentence is infused with alternative meanings and symbolism. (well, that’s how I read it anyway) It really hits a few nerves for me.
Paul Louis Vil...over 5 years ago

I can remember the first time you posted this piece and i felt a connection with it then… I still do now!
and I’ve got to go with MissKristy about the formaldehyde thing! I’m equally impressed!!
transmuteover 5 years ago

Thanks guys. If I could rhyme with formaldehyde, I think it would be more impressive!
lynaukletover 5 years ago

Beautiful. Great imagery and good focus. I despite all the images you stayed on track and it didn’t get too wordy (:
Trish Cooperover 5 years ago

Chris….. perfection personified!!!!So many layers to this ..I love it!!!!!!!Trish
Rhana Griffinover 5 years ago

“Here and now is the time
to smash the glass
and hold you in the air.”

Sweet release… Your words here made me squirm until I got to the last paragraph Chris… and then I felt all my breath rush out. I didnt even realise I had been holding it.
EmptyHeadover 5 years ago

Nice poem. Loved the use of formaldehyde. Must be the preservatives in me.
p.s. Best rhyme I could come up with for formaldehyde was “Gerald he died.” Glad you didn’t use it.