Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.
( First verse of The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayam - Fitzgerald translation)
Hyacinth
Small, dirty, wizened
Playing dead
As and odorless
Onion
Buried just so deep
Like a trap
Waiting for Spring
To wander by.
With the overture
Of temperature. moisture
and Sunshine hours
The curtain rises
Green dancers silently
Set a stage on brown earth
Prima ballerinas enter
Colorful ephemeral
To lure any remaining
reluctants the finale
Pervades beyond the theatre
The smell of sexual seduction
Luring to intimate places
Insect and animal
Confidence born of experience
back to the same unlit bulb.
(WRM)
2 comments:
Candlemas Bells.
The crisp snow carpets the frozen earth,
Where snowdrops hide from winter's chill,
As the green speared "Snow Piercer" given birth,
"The Deaths' Flower", harbinger of ill;
Heralding the end of winter cold,
Welcoming the sun's pale spring gold,
The unseasonal, delicate blooms unfold,
Alone in the garden, fragile yet bold,
The first messengers of Spring.
j
HI W, GLAD YOU ARE ENJOYING THE OMAR KHAYAM THAT I GAVE YOU. REMEMBER YOU COULDN'T FIND IT BEFORE YOU LEFT CA. LATER, SKY
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