The Black Iris

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(i)

It falls down as nectar
making the ground wet with salvation,
I am parched
although it rests on the edge of my lips, beckoning
my vision melting and morphing into all that could beβ€”
the laughter of the sky fills the night,
as nymphs tread a lovely dance among immortals,
I gaze down and watch
as my body flutters and chases them around ash trees.

(ii)

Savor the taste of bitter truth,
two pieces of the root of the sweet iris
without bark,
one litter of grappa and brown sugar.
Observe as the sun kisses the pieces dry,
pouring ever so slowly like liquid gold
as heaviness of the day is lifted.
For ninety days be placed in a litter of grappa
as time stings and sits on the cuts
and lastly drink, all the lone while, breaking
a little more–

(iii)

Love notes for irises blooming beneath
your bedroom window,
the clouds
no longer grey and cheeks flushed
with the knowledge of arriving decades.
Aphrodite, born from white foam produced
by severed genitals of Uranus,
as the moons of youth spilled once more
into dawn
and we felt ourselves interminable again.
Tell me, why does love sting for those who choose it?
In a heartbeat, she laughed and in a moment I knew.

(iv)

Lay me down
in all my vulnerability, and place an iris
between my hips,
for once
we have tasted eros everything else failsβ€”
tomorrow’s raindrops
pale in comparison to the fire in your eyes
as they trace my skin,
forbidden songs jagging placid landscapes;
and now, I cannot tear my gaze away.

 

Photo credits: The Black Iris by Georgia O’Keeffe, Pinterest

Posted for Weekly Scribblings @ Poets and Storytellers United

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44 Replies to “The Black Iris”

  1. I like the progression of the piece. The first line sets you up knowing there will be a fall, and it winds deeper and deeper into the intoxication (and near madness) of love and melancholy in knowing one is well and truly caught.

    1. Thank you so much, Gillena πŸ˜€ so glad the poem resonated with you πŸ’„β€

      Happy Wednesday to you too!

      MuchπŸ’„β€love

  2. Oh love potions who doesn’t want to drink from them Gorgeous poem and especially love “cheeks flushed with the knowledge of arriving decades” and ” as the moons of youth spilled once more into dawn”

  3. Wow, Sanaa, this is a sensual piece! From the β€˜nectar / making the ground wet with salvation’ to the melting vision and laughter of the sky, and the taste of bitter truth.
    I love the lines:
    β€˜β€¦once
    we have tasted eros everything else failsβ€”
    tomorrow’s raindrops
    pale in comparison to the fire in your eyes
    as they trace my skin’.

  4. Each a special poem on its own, but as a progression, superb! I love that last stanza, and the fact that you used Georgia O’Keeffe’s painting.

  5. I can really sense the complexity of love… both the unbearable pain and the overwhelming joy… you have to accept them both.

  6. Hi Sanaa
    I visited the Georgia O’Keefe museum in Santa Fe, New Mexico a few years ago and toured the area around which inspired her paintings, your excellent poem captures the sensuality of her paintings and art….well done…JIM

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