Cerulean China~

For the Chartre blue plate

Geisha carved a hummingbird from a saffron pear;

Thick daffodil syrup cambered her wrists

 

This cyan morning

She left a trail of succulent evidence

On the cutting board

A rattle of poppies spilling cerulean seeds

On the viridian tiles

 

Moist Prussian blue lips

Above the steam

Coiling from the tea cup

Sapphire liquor

Reflecting her peacock eyes

 

She carried the tray

Through the mahogany doorway

Where forty lashes were a vacation

His heave ho

A totter in folds of skin

Her samurai gone to rot

In dice games with the cobalt eyes

 

She folded her knees

Teal dew on her eyelashes

Poured cerulean china

Into each ammonite cup

 

She left a trail of succulent evidence

In the burgundy blood

That poured itself from each orifice

Of each amethyst demon

Behind a mahogany door

Where forty lashes were a vacation

 

copyright:2010vssmd/amusemusepress

from the Pouring Ink AudioVisual Series In Production

Author's Note

~fingerpainting with words~

Reviews

[David W Moore III]

Your soul has root tendrils reaching out in all directions drinking of the non-duality tha surrounds us. Maya clouds not your eyes as you seek out and grasp the next word for each line. Camber? Really? Your mind amazes me. The rich texture of colors painted reminds of the geisha dress but contrasts with the white and red on her face. The raw emotion and punch in the gut we get from the line where forty lashes was a vacation and the trail of burgundy blood... Sometimes I get exhausted by the end of one of your poems (in a good way mind you) this was definitely one.
Brava!

[Amy Bumpas]

A watchful vision of mysetery, color, ritualist gems to
be shown to their fullest extent...so very vibrant,
sacred.

[luciddreamer]

The punch...where forty lashes is a vacation....beautiful work my friend..as usual :)

[Sweets]

Wonderful, as usual.
You have a great imagination :)
I loved it :)
100/100

[Michael Wade]

Your words are as deep and rich and the colors your describe with them. Very surreal world you've painted for us, everything's bright with emotion.

[Geralyn Miller]

Lovely, Makes me want to run to my easel, put up a canvas and fill my palette with your glorious colours.

[jinjahman]

wow. this is deepness and serenity and eloquence rolled together, and placed on a paper stage with the light of myriad moons shining upon it

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Lush and gorgeous, and then even more so ...

Serving up a cup of blue like only you can.

[Brad]

Éreztem a olajfesték és hallani lélekszakadva beszél ez a szó a bíbor ajkak

so...um...yeah

[Dream Weaver]

"She left a trail of succulent evidence
In the burgundy blood
That poured itself from each orifice
Of each amethyst demon
Behind a mahogany door
Where forty lashes were a vacation"


Nice!!