Landscape

I can see the clouds 
Rolling on the grass 
Spooky shadows 
Are shaping on the horizon 
Stairs made of mud 
Take my shoe soles high up 
I am a lady in waiting 
Escaping from my queen 
I wear a crown 
Lighter than her majesty does 
The jewel of freedom and lust 
Sitting on my head 
Like a hen on an egg 
Like a chicken on a nestle 
Like a sculpture on a pedestal 

I can spot the flocks of sheep 
Standing still like pawns 
Except ruminating with their jaws 
Their daily income of green 
Staining the fields 
With curly white bits 
With their plump bodies 
Stretching their necks 
Tolling gilt bells 
Interrupting morning's sleepiness 
Of villagers wrapped in politeness 

Given embraces by wind 
Oxygen is coursing through 
My stiff limbs and brain 
Piano is giving out 
Slowness and sluggishness 
And yet vigilance 
and boisterous happiness 

I am curtsying gravely 
The landscape's beauty 
Rippling in the valleys 
As if it were water 
As if it were not a land 
Fought on by Vikings and Celts 
I'm swishing through the peaks 
Through the paths 
Walked on by savages 
Speaking various tongues 
Beginning with Claudius 
Or by his predecessor 
The blue-blooded...Julius Caesar 

The trajectory of the Sun 
Is scolding my admiration 
Keeping me out for too long 
The laces of my bodice 
Are tying knots 
Like on seamen's ropes 
My cheeks are getting pale 
Like bloodless silk 
Holding Snow White 
In her coffin 

Poisoned by apple greediness 
I am falling into a trap 
Where waiting for me is only death