If I immersed myself in bowers of flowers
could I distract you from the fire?
If I walked between living hedgerows
trailing fingers along shining leaves
breath of laurel and climbing weed
could I remove your bombing dreams?
If I walked with heeled and cosseted foot
slowly calves caressing silk
immersed my neck in great hydrangeas
white hair piled high, a silken floss
cheeks glossed and lips silent moued
accepting proffered letters tied with cord
would your heart
What if I lay down along the forest floor,
a bed of moss and heaps of sky-tint silk
arrayed my waist to best display the violin-like curve
of softest skin.
would you call off your ships, let love in?
Blue peonies, coral lips
take my skirts of duchess folds,
take trailing heaps of wild-spread rose
lay them on the streets of Tokyo
where the children and their mothers burned
in lakes of pavement.
Keep your eyes on mine
while I lay gazing upon vines
contemplating strokes of ferns and
the importance of plumes in open hand,
a hand of queens in diamond spades and hearts,
the clovers missing.
Foxglove and bordeaux dupioni
keep your eyes upon my elegant hands, my arched feet
the inward petal-soft tilt of my knee
I cannot bear my thoughts, you see
the work of dragging bodies out to burn in heaps
the tiny child no longer sleeps and
I cannot bear the missing clover.
Could I rest here now in golden curls
sunhat’s edge in undulating furls
a shade of poplar, softest light
if the bombs had not fallen?
The earth is growing over me, the longer
I lie still, you see
the fires are burning far from me
in time or place.
Remain, I will change position now
irises, carrickmacross lace
a knowing smile upon my face,
here and I have found the clover
is my position winning you over?
It matters not but I am here
now in calla lilies white and strong
near lotus seeds but nevermind
the rhizomes beneath are not mine
the art was the only thing
Let’s cry ourselves a lake of tears
release ourselves from all our fears
I will wear your ships in my hair
above this abalone face.
Inspiration came from these two pieces in WordPress Reader, this morning:
- Week of the Bomb: Monday by Tim Miller, Human Pages
- Sensual portraits with vibrant colors – Rococo style by Alexia Sinclair by Perfect Style Knower
And also this one, some days before:
- Create Dangerously by Watt, Celluloid Trances
Image is by the amazing artist Alexia Sinclair (who featured in Perfect-Style-Knower’s post above).
Nadine inhales & exhales words & images from current vantage point in Zone of Emptiness, France. Thank you for reading. ❤︎