Butter pecan brown and wrapped in tomorrows,
I am forever in search
of realms that shall not wither or lie,
where green groves flourish
and moon is a symbol of human breathiness,
a brazen haze,
a bohemian escape,
for it’s a difficult thing to hide fervour caked
under one’s nails.
I awoke this morning in an orange dystopian world,
filled with a sense of dread,
with ache in darker than dark plumage
urging me, cushion the blow
of quarter-sized balls of hail pelting my head,
or face the music,
I am a woman of substance, a black swan surrounded
by chaos and din.
I hear the harsh laughs that echo from afar;
watch as tranquil sounds of nature are replaced
by the familiar cries of bedlam–
how am I to eat or survive
it remains to be seen, and questions arise,
but what’s evident is that when it comes
we can hold our necks erect and carry our wings
raised in an aggressive display,
a swan needs no rescuing.
Lips are red, with bittersweet taste of the world
under a champagne sky,
in margins of paper, and amid waves
and shallow water,
a nomadic nature that allows us to appreciate
what’s truly worth living for in the world,
I hold them tight in reason
and give voice to qualities only swans exhibit.
There can be no room for mistake.
Photo credits: Mira Nedyalkova, Stockholm Syndrome
Lisa hosts at dVerse and invites us to write inspired by attributes of animals,
I went with option #2: choose a particular attribute of an animal and write
a poem, that is about the animal but also an attribute that humans exhibit.
For NaPoWrimo Day 5 🌷
“A woman will never do again what has been done before.” by Mark Twain.