A Lily Opens

 

Before time

the enclosed garden tremors

and a Lily opens…..

 

inviting conception

a personal illuminati

a patent

a pact

a private love making

just Me ‘n God

behind patterned screens

the burgeoning idea

levitates

and

then

drawing his Saber

like Obi One Kenobi

HE WHIPS

the  halo from my head

pink and silver streak

to far heavens

inside me

like ecstasy

like frisbee frenzy

the veil falls

like crystal singing

my cells

divide

and I become

Innocence

 

Yes

the blood that leaks a thousand fish is mine ……..!

AND I wield the glinting weapon that falls

upon your upturned face.

Lit by scented moonlight we are one

and that is the price,

your innocence is molasses, and I the thick-tongued cow

that laps you up!

My consciousness performs,

a conflicted melody

a lighthearted ballet,

perhaps Coppelia’

in the face of choice and personal responsibility,

for… the blood….

the murderous thoughts…..

Within our own anthill

the ocre dust stirs,

the world we give permission for speaks,

simmer down….

reduce violent thoughts

however justified we think they may be…..

Suddenly and defiantly

we ring, we spill

and IN floods the light

revealing polished palms.

 

Indigo Chariots

 

~suspended~

it is an unlikely animation

a milky cartoon

free seeming

yet

secured by

ribbons

connected to indigo chariots

the colour

not the speed

provided by snails or gods

you know,

with

glowing shells

BUT

remember please

we are more than shell

 

we are the red gold life that flourishes in coral and floats

bouyed on salt

singing

and squealing

we are fertility

coating the sun and disappearing

only

momentarily