Poppies~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Out of fields of poppies she emerged

on the slip of a moment gently curled

into a song

she began to dance

this flare of a girl

dissolved in trance

 

She dipped a curtsy  to the flowers

chanting rivers by the hours

to swell across the open planes

as the phoenix rose in emerald flames

she bent to kiss each  sting of bee

hollowed out into the breeze

swept the panic and the loss

up into her golden jar

 

Do you know her, do you care

this girl who pulls through every day

this goddess in the summer heat

who takes your bridges in the east

fast as fast can break a lord

they bleed her marrow through a sword

and nail her aspirations down

against a billboard for the crowd

 

She will wear your ferns and stems

with dignity when all is said

done above a broken print of Sistine

pristine

moments missed

a painting inside paintings

on a silver willow tree

as reality turns inside out and a man falls to his knee

before the soft winds and the glaze

as her paw swipes gently at the vase

that swells with poppies as she shies

away from every dark divide

 

Prisms bump her skin forlorn

the fireflies drink up her scorn

as she swirls the wine around and round

in a glass of ash, and frowns

pulling closer to the edge

as mankind stumbled past her hedge

and briar roses turned to dust

a prince proclaims his self disgust

but she just laughs and pulls him closer

winds notes from him like a composer

before she plunges  burden's blaze

through his hips with her disdain

and whispers low and whispers long

like a curl of smoke wound round his wrongs

his silhouette beyond repair

girl eats him down like crème éclairs

and her scales unfold bright gold and red

she stretches him on crimson threads

pulls him through her cellular space

into  fields of poppies, gentle sway

and they fall so swift and fall so hard

into a union stained and charred

but they fall together wrong or right

a couple branded on the plight

of a people speckled, deeply bent

and so it goes, and so it ends

their ascension

our lament

 

 

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Reviews

[DannyLynne Riley]

ah another one of my faves from the book that I luv...nobody else can command the pen as you do...can bring forth such strong visions from a brilliant use of language and beautiful words bravo (blowin a kiss) to you Selene...you are one of a kind a master of this craft of written word -DannyLynne

[Kat]

Wow, I really don't know what else to say. That is an incredible poem, like chasing a goddess then finding out she's only a woman when she catches you. Very cool.

[Geralyn Miller]

Your mind works in spectacular ways, gifting us with vivid words woven with an artist's eye into a tapestry so glorious, it tempts the soul to enter in.

[Wildfleour]

Love it every time I read it. Was just looking through this collection last night.

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Beautiful!

[Ruth]

Absolutely stunning work love :) All the visions of the poppy taken to a unique Selene level lol
I am always left in awe at your work hon!
xx

[Matthew Kult]

Again, you cannot write a review without commenting on the excellent imagery. I was really impressed with the image of the Phoenix rising to in emerald flames. Do I know her? Do I know the woman who puts her beauty on billboards, and sells me a piece of her soul so I will want the make up she wears, and the clothes that hangs off the body I desire...And other woman want to be her, want to be just like her, want to be desired just like her....so they buy those clothes, and that make up....so No I don't know her, but I know those who want to be her.

Regards,

Matthew

[Dream Weaver]

Magically Mind altering Magnetic!!!!!

[Desert Dreamer]

Your words took me on a mythic adventure...amazing what can be born out of a field of Poppies.

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[Maurice]

Awash in sensual imagery, this is a masterpiece.