A pear is rich and ripe and smells of yellow
the flavor of babies breath
From loose strings, things will grow
We laugh at the root of blood
Queen Anne, sewn up in lace
She remembers feeding us plum, while
she slept with Sweet William
eating snowberries off of his tongue
We dance around a cornflower ring
spitting out lotus petals, unity in her writhe
She sits in the middle, a mouth stuffed with livid earth
We force her to listen to our screams
Those moonless nights, we walked on stolen toes
Her buffering mouth, no apology rose
She gave us her eyes to borrow for a day, once
Our pendant pupils in transition lens:
silk and fruit, boundless as the sea
our hearts, draping over the moon.
We hung Sweet William from licorice rows
He bleeds from the tip of his nose
We laugh at the root of majesty
Our silver Queen, the bud of our dreams
If I were to give you twilight by summer
would you catch the tears of winter for me?
Written for Three Word Wednesday: buffer, transition, unity
lots of twists and turns as your words paint wonderful, soothing images
ReplyDeleteThanks Joanne! It felt a little vengeful to me. :)
DeleteDripping from those licorice rows..strong thick smells and sounds..a touch of Alice perhaps..magical..hypnotic and worth savouring sweetly..jae
ReplyDeleteYes, a taste of torment for the queen. Thank you for savoring it sweetly. :)
DeleteLovely words and images,,,sweet,,,
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting!
DeleteVery powerful and magical, especially those last two lines. Just wonderful
ReplyDeletethree is some interesting magic in this...the mouth stuffed with earth and letting you borrow her eyes is a cool touch for sure...hope you are having a great day...smiles.
ReplyDeleteThanks...hope you are as well...smiles.
DeleteThis has such a connection to...everything. So many lovely lines, loved this one:
ReplyDelete'Those moonless nights, we walked on stolen toes'
Lovely, lovely imagery.
Thank you, Bren! I feels like these girls lived among such luscious beautiful, but only allowed to appear in it when a glimpse was stolen.
DeleteYes, those 'stolen toes' did it for me too. It is as though you have discovered a secret entrance to a realm so beautiful that by telling us about it we are entranced but have no clue how to get there ourselves. Mesmerizing, please do not wake me!
ReplyDeleteYou always spread a huge smile across my face. Thank you!
DeleteRich in imagery.
ReplyDeleteSo lyrical, lovely!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Laurie. :)
DeleteI was transported to a lovely, but treacherous garden:)
ReplyDeleteExactly! Nice to see you Laurel. :)
DeleteI like the lines, "If I were to give you twilight by summer
ReplyDeletewould you catch the tears of winter for me?" well done.
Thanks Chris!
DeleteThese beautiful lines could have been spoken by Ophelia - but not in her mad scene.
ReplyDeleteOh, I didn't think of her, but surely the sort of riddle from that poor little beauty. Maybe a bit of this might have been during her mad scene, I like that thought. :)
DeleteLush and vivid with colors ~ Beautifully done ~
ReplyDeleteyou're so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing! And SO creative. I loved it, especially this section (and the stollen toes):
ReplyDelete"eating snowberries off of his tongue
We dance around a cornflower ring
spitting out lotus petals, unity in her writhe
She sits in the middle, a mouth stuffed with livid earth
We force her to listen to our screams"