Again and again these emotions are May’s own utterance

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Sketch me your rapturous longing 
as loganberries
changing from pale to red fall from the sky,
in twilight your skin is more olive,
your lips more soft
and eyes a form of rhetoric that seem to melt
under the heat of my own gaze,
what once was whispered to the moon
has now emerged in tarot,
though I admit
I have no memory of being offered a choice,
beloved
what’s chaos to the world is balm for my soul.

 

Photo credits: The Dystopian Tarot, Kerry O’ Conner

Posted for Art Flash @ Real Toads

22 thoughts on “Again and again these emotions are May’s own utterance

  1. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    I love the thought of passion coming as:

    “I have no memory of being offered a choice”… maybe that’s why it’s called falling

  2. Jim says:

    ” I admit I have no memory of being offered a choice, beloved what’s chaos to the world ” is beans to me. Yes. Out choice hardly counts at all
    Nicely written , dystopian’s plight.
    ..

  3. Kim M. Russell says:

    I like the way you’ve used your title to set your poem in the present month of May, Sanaa, leaving plenty of room for romance. The opening lines are perfectly ekphrastic and I love the lines:
    ‘what once was whispered to the moon
    has now emerged in tarot’.

  4. Kerry says:

    I like the way the words ‘longing’ and ‘loganberries’ work together. And your final statements are a resounding finale!
    Thank you participating in this prompt so hot on the heels of April.

    • Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️

      (and thank you for the lovely prompt) 🌹

  5. Margaret says:

    “couldn’t help myself” “falling in love” the idea of Cupid with his magical bow and arrow… Lovers in their own world. You capture it all and I adore the image of loganberries falling from the sky – and changing to red!

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