Friday, April 10, 2015

The Firebirds

Morning. The dry leaves and the sandy-smooth poplar trunks overhear the trill of the Firebirds. Shhh...let us pause for a moment, and listen. A smile from one of us is the greatest of their pleasures. The water flowing from the faucet here refracts the color of the red wall onto the white enamel, another vision of fire. On your collarbone rests a necklace of dancing crystals, visible only to a certain sort of eyes. They know the way to the snow-covered highlands, and whisper its name. A throbbing flame has been lit in the temple there, and also another, above your clavicle; between a pair of shoulders, appears a pair of bright wings.

Afternoon. On this document in two languages there is the stamp of a notary. It is now official. You hesitate, and then let it pass from your hands so that it can fly across the globe. It is now time to cut these threads between you and the River Yauza. It is done. Are these your tears, or are they a dragon's blood? Ah, Lucia, all my life I wanted to tell you, your heart was the key to a thousand suns, although you enjoy sipping on your doubt, as if it were an aged wine.

White Chrysanthemum (Egon Schiele)

Evening. And what if peace had been pursuing you, and you had fled it for so long, you had forgotten why: a tranquility as dark and sublime as the shadows between the petals of a white chrysanthemum. (Alyosha, my little one, they never did find me, and you never came to any harm. We will be safe here, and together always, hiding inside this flower.)

And what if then you had a word from the Lord of Sound: Hush, my dear. Weep no more for me. Your new piety shall be as a silken sigh. So let your breath be your beauty, my own.  It shall be exactly so simple, just like this: "Ahh...."

Come, now, and join with the rest of us in this celestial conference.


Sigerson said...

oh, yes!

and I am not a robot

Iulia Flame said...

I see the flash of your wings, you are there!

raw poetry by donna snyder said...

Ecstatic visions. Sublime retelling of your truth.

Iulia Flame said...

Donna-- and you, I see you, also!

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