On a thorny stalk
wrapped in veiny leaves
heavy with the burden
of viscous dew
for the love of light her
corolla lifts upright
a broad faced still life
anchored to the earth
she tracks the sun across
an unpredictable sky.
At dusk she combs the air
retreating at twilight into
pearly pools of the moon.
Photograph by Heart
Birds twitter in my ear,
my begging palm opens
expecting metaphors to flutter
down like fire flies, settle softly
on my life line.
From here I can see the river Delta,
a dark green tarpaulin stretched over
the hemisphere. It’s murky waves
reflect on fleeting clouds.
Suspended here in the boredom of life,
sinking in ruins of past lovers with out
consolation to soothe them,
what’s left of words is refuse,
A cache of cliche, the bitter rind of orange
gnawed and tossed away.
Where is my simile of stars?
A metaphor of sea oats,
the delicate wings of melodramatic
birds caged in my throat?
Imprisoned beneath footprints,
the crumbling leaves of winter
I’m alone and afraid, my car abandoned along a deserted highway. I’ve been walking for a while and my feet are raw , I am carrying my shoes in my hand.
When he stops and motions I hurry to his door.
Searching his face he seems harmless. Holding out my cell phone I lie. ” I will be happy to give you lift, you need just get inside”. When I decline he speeds away.
Browsing the news over morning tea my heart pounds and it is hard to breathe. Her body was found beneath some trees her shoes clutched in her hand