Silverfish

Last night I planted a vineyard

moonlight in twisted xyst

you were there, cracked in Birch

beacon in slivered mist portico,

a twilight strung promenade.

As I drew closer to where you sat;

a plume and a hat

sat by the sea and kept company

a pen and some parchment,

jousting the great beast.

Ancient again in the feast of Greece

white hair flowing with the magic

of a south wind mind, as the moon

shone through the trees and kissed

you into Zebra striped starlight.

Mystically myriad  and so very

magnanimous once again

snorting Paganism like dusty 

wisdom...feeding the hunger of 

a million like minds.

A vista colonnade made for the 

elegance of uncertainty

wishing wells filled with daydreams 

and pails filled of nightmare.

I drew my bones through your hair 

shifting and parting the clouded vines

and cracked myriacanthous  spines

fruited in wine and feasted upon the 

words like a silverfish.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Mythical in the vista of uncertainty. Ancient in the mystery of magic. You bring life to mystery...Excellent...:)..................

[Corset]

Thank you so much Sami :)

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure. Any time...:)..................

[h d e rushin]

fab..

proviso, this conditional stipulation: Love, as the sun-drenched Greek pseudonymous god
of vinyards and travail. The imagery here is ardent and forceful.

well done stranger.
dana

[Corset]

Thank you Dana

[Tree]

The imagery here is mystical, haunting, even. Potent surrealistic portrayal on the craft, the mystery. Indulging our appetite not just to partake, but spectate... Again, you leave an indelible image searing in my imagination, in much the same ways as our friend dana, always seems to do ...

A fascinating piece, C

[Corset]

Thank you Diego

[emmajoy]

' .. as the moon ~ shone through the trees and kissed ~ you into Zebra striped starlight. '

What absolute wonder! Your choice of words, the near magical, mythical tale you tell within a wonderfully created poem is nothing less than breathtaking. This really does walk 'longside the best of any piece in an anthology. Forgive me but, am positivly green with envy!

[Corset]

Thank you Emma

[jacob erin-cilberto]

being lost in someone else's words...what a feeling...it is mystical...my favorite line "i drew my bones through your hair..."
i wish i had written that one...

this has such a touch of myth...and reality...like the pen and parchment we have a relationship with...it comes and goes with the tides of inspiration.

beautiful stuff here.
i am awed and totally rapt of and in these words.

jacob

[Corset]

Thank you Jacob

[Baby Ricochet]

Love the imagery in this. Great job Corset

[Corset]

Thank you Baby

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Wow this poem is so amazing… full of mystical beauty, absolutely magnificent.

[Corset]

thank you R&R

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

My pleasure hon.