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May Queen

Your eye flutters pale-blue -
a membrane of sky;

petal-wings
dust a buttercup's nod.

The mayfly lifts your kiss.

Your laugh is the chaffinch,
undulating air.

You blush the dun breasts
of quizzical robins.

Your body is the Spring.
Grow me.

 

Celticlion - on May 24 2008
Dear A, I have the good fortune of having already read this beauty of a poem somewhere else and in a slightly different version. I do believe I think the other works better for me and I've concrete reasons- "sky" is more expected, that line took my breath in its other form. It was absolutely visceral and completely unique. I also like the imperative ending more- it had an imploring vitality and mystery to it. Just some thoughts, but however you decide to ultimately write this poem, it's really breathtaking. I very much doubt there is any form of poetry you cannot masterfully write in. I've yet to see it. Lovely work...C
Shan - on May 26 2008

This is absolutely beautiful.

 

----- Life is what happens while you wait for great things.




Life is what happens while you wait for great things.
U668857 - on May 26 2008
Many thanks, Catherine and Shan...it's a shame these silly words can't capture the real colour and movement and light...BRgds.,Alan
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