With huge thanks to the lovely Bryony Vine who did, in fact, say to me the day we met (this week) "oxygen is slowly setting you on fire". We aren't quite sure where she got this idea, but I loved it anyway.
Another new word!. Hooray, it's been a while since I added to my dictionary. Cop-iron. A mixture of copper and iron in some way. In this case Iron by chemical, copper by taste.
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The Abrahamic otherworld being that hung upside in a tree is to me a Biblical reference. By saying he hung that way, its clear that the being (hence, the Divine) is basically left to "moral-fags" or those who's morality is still intact (the tree reference). lit umber as a lantern, spitting sparklers out.
Sending sparklers would mean those "rays of hope" or "eureka" moments in life. Lit umber compliments this portion. We sat and watched fizzied children laugh
and clap together hands and happy mouths.
These two couplets go side by side. What I get is that, fuzzied kids (essentially children of this day and age who are too ignorant, stubborn, and self-revolved around their own ego and their own selves, that they can't see the light) are basically the reason the whole scene is an irony - the kids are having fun (i.e. are nihilist) while shunning the roots of their lives.
She told me oxygen is slowly setting us on fire
Basically, I got two things popping in my mind: the first is that, inspiration always hits you, or is always able to make itself known when concerning itself with hitting you. Oxygen here means... life's component in excess... And the second was simply the thought of you smiling and wanting to breathe out your deepest needs, to anyone who'd listen, and in the process... I guess find some sense of completion... and as my blood oxidises into a heavy cop-iron
Though you might not be further from the truth. cop-iron is how blood tends to be: it does taste like copper (and like copper, it corrodes in excess strain), and it looks like iron (blue when oxidized; red when not). Here, though... it basically implies (from what I can tell) that you're being resurrected... you're being given... a new life... more of it... I thought to myself that if I burst into flames it would be the most honest thing I'd ever done.
And this is why... Because maybe... if you were to burst into flames (i.e. let inspiration strike, and I pursue it) then it would be an honest thing (i.e. the contribution would be both short term and long term). Essentially, this does bring back the point of the first stanza - maybe you'll become the light from the seraphim? Possibly the case.
That's my interpretation of your poem. Thank you for writing, Kath. Appreciate it.
I felt that... a long time had passed since I looked into your poems and prose and gave something worthwhile from my side.
Which was why I put my foot down and said "Shays, you give every person here on dA interpretations, and even in real life you're interpreting everything, this is the least you can do for Kath." And that's why I wrote what I did.
Well I love it. My mumma always tells me that once I let someone read a poem it belongs to them. Their reading of it will never be like anyone elses, not even mine. So it is magic to hear about how people read what I write. You know?
you're welcome It was meant for me to read today I usually just click deleted the whole stack of deviants I get from the writings groups right now cuz I'm so busy reading stuff for school I don't want to read anymore but I clicked through deviants and yours popped up and I read it. Keep writing. You are very good.