Monday, April 06, 2015

Photinia

From the mouth of dark
shards so clip to the ground
where the wind is afraid of blood
a shattered vase

a scream
lives there

cherry blossoms sift
onto wild camellia
sorting pieces

a glass bird mosaic
blinks awake
its cries
the birth of light

the ash of the rose
into the eye
of the sun

red
red
red
ochre





2 comments:

raw poetry by donna snyder said...

Incredibly beautiful with a sense of urgency. Your orthogonality of detail and imagery is marvelous.

Iulia Flame said...

Thank you.

Kecharitomene

Kecharitomene: music and musings, with many possible layers of meanings, composed and performed by Loreena McKennit.

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