Written whilst on tour in Scotland, Naomi Wood examines the nature of heartbreak and why everyone should experience it at least once.
Let me feel behind your self-importance
Climb vertical scree to the depths of your disillusionment
Cut a chink along your vertebrae
To let the light come pouring in
Maybe you've never known love
Til you've beaten your laundered organs
Under the scorching scrutiny of the sun
But still I hope you may be split open by love at least once
May you come undone
And be born naked upon the winds of your own unfolding
Unfurl yourself like fingers- we're all hung together by thread
And whether huntress or hunted
The landscape is eternally
A hungry mouth seeking for truths.
We bash fragmented shards of our esteem together
Willing them to fit
But the sparks that ricochet
Land in my hair and on my face
Is it an offering or a sacrifice?
On the makeshift altar to our mortality
That keeps the oceans from rising up through the floorboards
We forage the wild for delicacies but in the dark we dine alone
And whether forest or fortress
The four-footed prints
That mark the sodden earth
We find here are just our own
If something doesn't change soon
I know I surely will,
With a Trojan horse of surprises
A thousand tiny men will come leaping from my face
In the shape of rain
Or I will rip asunder
This ball gown of validations
And run soft footed and shrieking on the pine cone floor.
Either way I know I will not liquefy my magic
To take a more comfortable shape
Diamonds are harder to swallow by moonlight,
But the deer line up at the shoreline,
Drinking from the river of our inadequacies
If only, for a taste.