this is no garden place,
these terra cotta hills
and mountain face.
she aches for blue
beyond this sky,
some rainbow’d why.
she finds a slip of pink
to fuel her ink;
a bramble of crimson,
that golden saffron sun-drum
It’s been awhile since I wrote for dVerse (#crazysummer #cuzcovid #everythingisstupid). Love the Quadrille, and this is me catching up for the past 5 of ’em, all in one place.
Those photos are GORGEOUS! I hope you’ll keep adding them to your posts.
I am in complete awe of that stunning poem. Sometimes you write your very best after taking a long break.
“a bramble of crimson,
that golden saffron”
Thanks, Girl. For some reason the word “bramble” is stuck in my head this week.
PS: thanks for the photos comment. On the mornings I drag my butt out of bed super early enough to walk (it’s in the teen-hundreds here right now during the day), I am trying to take pics of beautiful things. The world makes me weary right now.
How about following this up with a “searching for color in a dessert world”? You can list all the yummy things we could eat … if we were eating sugar.
Mmmmm…dessert! Let’s make a giant pretend banana split. With rainbow sprinkles.
oh my gosh—drooling; big-time craving fudge and strawberry sauce … and always, always, always maraschino cherries and whipped cream
This is beyond gorgeous for me, a fellow desert-dweller. You are so talented, my friend.
Oh I love this… what a wonderful world the desert can be, but oh so unforgiving.
Finding color in all we see. Your descriptive phrases are gorgeous, as are the spectacular photos.