Sweet Lily Scent

a fantasy poem, a sort of parable

once upon a time when the moon

was always full up on the sky

there was a city with half-bird men

flying through rings of fire in the woods

on every winter solstice

 

otherwise they were humble and pious

grinding with their claws the church floors

pecking with their beaks each icon

in their own image

giving birth to young ones fed with bird milk

baptized in cedar cinders

 

after getting wed they avoided mirrors

arranging their feathers to each other

the lonely going to the barber

 

showing up into this world

they had downs in every color

snatching at dusk one feather after the first flight

in order to go asleep

when there were just a few left on their wings

they were falling into flames on solstice days

 

the old men say that from those ashes

carnivorous flowers were growing

giant white lilies with long necks

which no human claw could ripe

 

one summer day the sun exploded

and the city burnt down until the last stone

Reviews

[Whiskurz]

You write very good my friend......Very talented.......Whisk