somewhere
an orchid spiked purple
in the night air
ruche wings dropped me headfirst
in a hothouse crowd
speckled and sticky
i gasped
and groped for
my mother’s next curve
she unwilted
in the upturn of her mouth
The Daily Post Prompt: If I Could Turn Back Time (a fanciful interpretation)
Excellent. The imagery put me in mind of Ted Hughes’ “Crow,” such as ‘Crow’s First Lesson,’ but your poem is more the positive to his negative. And yours is more in the vein of Imagism, while he spent years on developing an alternative mythology. If you have not read the Hughes, and choose to do so, I advise you to prepare for an antihero who flies “the black flag of himself.” The blackness of darkness. (Melville)
Touched on Hughes a while back. (I am blessed with a far simpler mind.) http://randomstoryteller.com/2015/08/17/how-to-paint-a-water-lily/
Longwood…a most favored place in my family. Lovely verse. 🌺 🌻 🌹 🌷
Such a wonderful place. I went the other night to see the Christmas lights–all great–but ended up taking pics of smaller things.
I get it. 🌺 🌻 🌹 🌷 🌼 🌸 💐