here is the thing we might whisper
to your waiting ears if you let us;
the picture we might paint for you
of future endings and un
-endings, the case we should
argue for the brilliance of forbidden
fruit in a world where the kingdom,
phylum, class, order
of things is often skewed.
Love her, love her (k)not.
It’s a battlefield of petals,
a carnage of negotiating clouds.
Pour your troubled heart to this
foreboding sky and its ghost
-moth moon. Type the minutes
of your gypsy soul against these
stars. I am Orion’s belt, loosed.
The lightning in your eyes. Your
favorite overflowing cup,
spilled too soon.
Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge, day 19. This is the one with all the prompts.
This was great. Loved the second stanza.
I particularly liked the title, where the combination of “Silver Slow-Stitched Thread” gives the feel of slowing down even as you’re reading the words, because it’s a bit of a tongue twister. I like the whole title really, and perhaps it’s a bit odd to get caught up in a title, but lots of times they fade into the background and other times, like this, they are a piece of art as much as the rest of the piece.