Monday, October 7, 2013

Mothers Atrium





I strolled the Mother's atrium, bare feet making ardent love to the velveteen moss. Shadows couldn't take on the monstrous hues of black and grey as the emerald conscience of Mother's atrium tamed them sure, whipping foaming mouths into chartreuse bird houses. My voice and the sound of my breathing came back to me in verde echoes and moist vibration, playing tunes backed by the choir streaming sunlight through leaves, their music keeping dust and mayflies floating endlessly. Hey young Cardinal, harbinger of spring, while your beauty is undeniable, fly away briskly and give room for the hummingbirds breast in chromatic glory and allow my tryst with Mother's atrium to be complete and rapturous. I will take it with me and wrap tight my shoulders against the crimson night.

6 comments:

  1. This is very lovely and very cool at once. It makes me smile.

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  2. This is a wonderful evocation of Spring, both lush and sensual in the description.

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  3. All those images of green, even the verde echoes... amazing. And shooing away the red cardinal while going into the crimson night... enigmatic. This was such an unusual poem, and I saw every moment of it! Peace, Amy

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  4. you are not taken in by the Cardinal... The ones by my house do take over the birdhouses on the wooded path and their flash of red does take my breath away. I love "choir streaming sunlight through leaves, their music keeping dust and mayflies floating endlessly. I remember marveling at dust specks at my grandmother's house - she would draw the curtains to keep out the summer day's heat. Lovely poem! Great word imagery.

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