In the April of Covid 19
Day 11
“Begin with singing sing darkness kindled back into beginning”Dylan Thomas
Desire
Though I must suffer this sequestration
far beyond the range of human touch
your eyes weigh upon me like
water-washed stones
sullen as wet moss
but smouldering shadows of green fire.
I give thanks to the triumvirate of stars
that I am lost to all but your desire.
Skylover Wordlist: Sullen
Play It Again Toads: Inspired in part by the SciFi posters of Soviet Kitsch, and by the L'Arora form posted April 8.
Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteOoh, I love the descriptions of those eyes!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Rosemary. I worked hard on that.
DeleteBeautiful, sensual..
ReplyDeleteI felt the need to balance the death with desire. Thanks, Susie.
DeleteI love the line 'sullen as wet moss'. Beautiful Kerry.
ReplyDeleteGlad that line worked out. Thanks, Linda.
DeleteI love the water-washed stones and green fire. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sherry.
DeleteThis is exquisitely drawn, Kerry!💝 I love; "sullen as wet moss but smouldering shadows of green fire." Woww!😍😍
ReplyDeleteThank you for your faithful readership, Sanaa.
DeleteIt’s not easy being ‘far beyond the range of human touch’, Kerry, especially this Easter weekend. I love the ‘water-washed stones / sullen as wet moss / but smouldering shadows of green fire.’ Beautifully green.
ReplyDeleteGreen is a sign of hope!
DeleteThe description of the eyes... sullen like moss but with a green fire inside. That fire makes me think of jealousy which often goes hand in hand with desire.
ReplyDeleteSo true, Bjorn.
Deleteone spark is all that is necessary - and this poem speaks with the shared secret language of lovers .... a unique code ....
ReplyDeletelovely Kerry
(and I agree with you - if Hope has to have a colour - surely it must be Green?!)
A unique code! I love that. Thank you.
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