Magnolia Ice

Is life a story, is life magick dreaming to love?

I gazed up. “Standing below the elephantine magnolia,
the ground still bore Tuscany ochre from autumns last kiss.”
My eyes solivagant orbs fed on spring’s dews in mourning
 jewellery clinging opulently to her naked form.

Dawn chilled the breeze caressing her body as abscission
demanded she undressed her emerald gown of leaves.
Magenta and cream blooms sprang “loudly” seducing
-- blushing mauve crowned centres,
a population of endless figurines perched motionless on aching
naked branches.
Solomon’s seal burned white within me drunk impending suns arrows,
opulent words of silver verbus diablio kissed in a cauldron of Magnolia
words, a banquet for mortals that seek loves gold.

A lone spider echoed silence bearing the sigil of Jupiter’s
vermillion and white spun striations luffing on the breeze
warming. “Magnolia dressed the day ardent in perfumed
 -- glorious plumes that each set sail across waking skies.”
Ablaze I am luscious dreams wrapped in sweet nectar,
travelling limbic memories breathing deeply, held captive,
wanton within her labyrinths of silk caresses, petals whispering,
sweet love as she engulfs my last resolve.

In raptures white velvet gown my hem sweeps over gold russet
and brittle autumns words forged in winters need for warmth,
mind leaves crunching beneath life’s changing seasons,
stitched I cling enamoured to mortal honeymoon summered fields.
I am the female of sapphire tears twisting, glittering melting ice shards,
bequeathed of pained black stars travelled on passionate magick fires,
breathed on melodious Roma nights.

Rested among the branches a mantel crucified- drunk once more,
a bloom held silent in time weeping,
exploding fragrant in a coloured soul, 
a luffing flower creature to life crowned 

 ---to sun hope thorns.

©ASPAR (A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens)

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A gift of a poem with such romantic overtones set in a classicly styled piece of eloquence. The detail and trhe allegory used are almost Shakespearean. Lovely. For some reason there are question marks where quotation marks are set?

[ASPAR (A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens)]

Hi John
I have remedied the issue of those question marks which WC places in text. Your description of my work has left me almost speechless, an honour indeed gratitude for your time in reading my work.