Daphne Daffodil~

~for OT's Dreamscape contest

She took a misstep

her toes became a thousand branches of roots

seeking purple poppies in the deep mud

on his back, a landscape for an artist’s thorn dipped in ochre

under her ground a velvet display of ruby moss

breathing clouds upward through the trail of torn tendons

balloons to tether at the graceful bend of a wrist on display

in the glass structure of a blood tulip

 

How did the apple find her core

pierced with hungry bones

skeletal love against a splash of burning sky

my canvas over the side of a boat sailing the tall spires

of a city in motion

my picture in a window frame

washed away in pearl drops with the rain

down the side

of a leaning monument

 

Reborn amidst a rubble of pebbles

the princess picked the peas with care

round the maypole gray of a carousel elephant’s unmoving pain

disjointed by music

a teapot clown dipping bags of jasmine leaves

inside his brewing exaggerated smile

she slipped her brocade

her bra

under a neon bulb

where her bones illuminated flight

 

When the eyelids are peeled back

the brain’s press is onyx

and no scalpel

no nimble surgeon hands

could ever cut these dreams

from her lobes

for she is the detached conundrum

of a thousand philosophers

bending through eons

to discover

the fluid flex

of Daphne Daffodil

who strips

a thousand pupils from their base

her tips in iris gems

scattered at the altar

of another strobing night

a meter sideways

of Casino glare

where the ocean washes out the magik

each dawn

and everyone puts their eyes back in

their lies back in

and continue on . . . .

 

 

 

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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Author's Note

for my son's Dreamscape contest
http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/Dreamscape/14008/

Reviews

[Crowley]

I felt like I was reading a poem through a kaleidoscope, this was colorful and crystalline and just off center enough that it was fairy tale like in nature, the kind that seem so magical but at the core is this little ball of reality that causes an uneasiness....I am thinking that uneasiness is the truth. You never fail to impress.

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

It felt like a way to twist, turn and expose the beauty and uglyness within their stark contrasts. A brief blinking moment of stepping into another world and perspective before sliding back down with disapointment into the cold, plastic surroundings. Awesome work of course