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!

[Prometheus]

This is absolutely beautiful. Your word choice is enchanting, descriptive, and pulls the reader in. Wonderful poem. I love the focus on colors. It really is like a fingerpainting, (only crafted much more skillfully).

I'm sorry I can't offer a more helpful review.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

To read your words is to float on a cirrus of surreality and beauty..so eloquent and rich.