The Red Eternal by Brooke Shaden
Blue wind
where is your nest & soft feathers?
I am cold
as fallen pears on moonless night
Where is your kiss ?
A quickening sand, a storm lightning
Swelling the auburn fields to harvest
ripening fruits to bloom
Heat is a perfume
you rustle with each breath
Potent as chili spice
Succulent as amber wine
I haunt hills for your tempest songs
Dazzling as mid-morning upon fainting earth
The sky is a prism
scattering gorgeous tendrils of sun's radiance
I search for my love's voice
From tree to tree
Not silent with copper-burnt petals
But warm and loose as red-wild flowers
Love,
I wait for your return
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight ~ Thanks for the visit ~
Gonna have to wait through snow for it to grow haha
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem Grace. I love the images and the sadness in this.
ReplyDeleteLament the death of onerous heat, the stifling humidity, drought, wildfires, & such; for they are the other face of the warmth, the sweet summer solstice; but hey, I'm never prepared the big chill either; the extremes of the seasons is troublesome at the least--but as a pure poetic gesture, your verse is lovely sad. I like the lines /I am cold/as fallen pears on moonless nights/.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a lovely poem Grace. The questions, the answers...
ReplyDelete"Potent as chili spice
Succulent as amber wine"
Such is summer for those who love her. This is so very lyrical, sensual....a loving and lovely poem.
"Heat is a perfume
ReplyDeleteyou rustle with each breath"
I love this - and how the sky becomes the prism.
What an evocative picture you started with . As is the end as it goes back to the beginning and compares love to the wind which blows here and there and is gone way too soon. I like the hot breath and the spice as well. I can feel the longing.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this so much, feeling like I could smell, taste and feel everything. I like the lines:
ReplyDeleteI am cold
as fallen pears on moonless night
mmm...pears on a moonless night...I want some.
ReplyDeletePotent as chili spice
ReplyDeleteSucculent as amber wine
Beautiful images here in this fabulous piece :D
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Each line was like a course of delicious food. Some savory. Some sweet. I consumed all with great pleasure.
ReplyDeleteSo many wonderful couplet, the pear in a moonless night, struck strongly with me....
ReplyDeletebrilliant, beautiful imagery.
ReplyDeleteso vibrant, it's so very easy to picture all of it.
I just want to bathe in this cool, sweet poem. Loved loved loved.
ReplyDeleteI like the play between second and first persons in this, Grace, and your description really creates something of a chill. Nice one.
ReplyDeletesuch beautiful imagery. like from a book of fairy tales.
ReplyDeleteLovely Grace, I am afraid the kiss of summer is waning as fall quickly approaches. Enjoy these last few days.
ReplyDeleteGrace, I find this poem just stunning...each verse more full and vibrant than the one before it. Totally enjoyed this.
ReplyDelete"I haunt hills for your tempest songs"
ReplyDelete"I search for my love's voice
From tree to tree
Not silent with copper-burnt petals
But warm and loose as red-wild flowers"
I love these lines.
Also, the extra space between "kiss" and "?" makes me read, "Where is your kiss space?" Sometimes kisses are missed out on because space/time is not specifically carved out and preserved for their protection. To me, your asking for this ... special attention, just for you and your love, in your own "kiss space." :)
Thanks for your thoughtful comments ~ I didn't think of that extra space in kiss ?, but maybe my subconscious mind thought otherwise ~ I like your own "kiss pace" ~
Deletethe poem goes so well with the picture...i can visualize summer as the maiden touching the Earth with her rusty breath and crimson attire...love the prism sky and the tendrils of the sun's radiance...wow...this is exquisite Grace....
ReplyDeleteYour sensual, sensuous imagery is quite something - always that double meaning - an ode to summer, or to a summer love...
ReplyDeleteWho could possibly keep away from that? Really lovely, Grace.
ReplyDeletegreat lines ....really exquisite....!!
ReplyDeletesuch a passionate plea can not go unanswered...
ReplyDeleteI tried to post this comment from my phone this morning, but it doesn't seem to have worked. At any rate, I thought this was beautiful. A wonderful ode to my favorite season. My favorite line is "Heat is a perfume / you rustle with each breath." Peace, Linda
ReplyDeleteOh, I wait for its return as well. It seems like we were just waiting for it to arrive, and now the kisses of summer are almost past.
ReplyDelete"Fallen pears on a moonless night"....love that...I have a collection of pears....the entire poem is a delight, Grace, and ode to summer if I ever heard one. Going from tree to tree and summer as warm and loose...sensual like the painting.
ReplyDeleteloved the picture with its predominant red...and then the opening words of your poem, "blue wind". The juxtapostion of what is seen,and then what is read is brilliant.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully penned!
ReplyDeleteOnly just catching up with this one, and so glad I did. Sheer perfection!
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