Burlesque On The Wings Of A Butterfly

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*Image found HERE

Burlesque On The Wings Of A Butterfly

Look at you, darling;
how you rub the banks of morning,
how you trace your wishes
downwards
into the swollen head of the dandelion,
you, a namer of names,
the phonetics of a tear
that begs for a duration.
Look at you, darling,
you cusp where the mountain
bleeds stalagmites,
weaves carnival dresses for the earth;
Look at you, darling,
red horizons over Siberia,
you are applauding the end,
watching rugged hands squeeze it into a flask –
dead Suns on pale collarbones
so sweet, like the ringing echo
of the man who announces
delayed trains.
You are the furious calmness
of the sea,
dragging its claws across the salon carpet,
amethyst hair causing riots among the angels,
a rubatosis tangled
inside a million powdered faces
posing for Raphael,
thumping underneath the kitchen sink.
The sidereal drab,
melting under the tongue,
making me and the darkness
into dedicated lovers,
that remark upon the rotting panorama
so sweet, so sweet!

*Inspired by Wordle at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

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~ by Oloriel on May 9, 2016.

32 Responses to “Burlesque On The Wings Of A Butterfly”

  1. This is perfect.. so much to love in this rich language… You write darkness so very good.

  2. The burlesque of existence holds such darkness, yet so many vibrant colors. Thanks for the gentle flight.

  3. Brilliant!

    So many lines and phrases and images stand out

    how you trace your wishes
    downwards
    into the swollen head of the dandelion,
    you, a namer of names,

    This really struck me in your opening gorgeous and inspired =)

    • Coming from you, this is the best compliment a writing of mine can get! I know I am boring, but thank you for running your prompt site, it is always so inspirational and helpful to me! I am having serious withdrawals from NaPoWriMo, which surprisingly got me used to writing almost every day, which is so new for me. I am hungry for inspiration!

  4. She’s a beauty, like a rogue Audrey in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I luv this, dear Oloriel!

  5. Your words make me melt. Always! 🙂

  6. Lovely 🙂

  7. I enjoyed the voice in this poem. So conversational and moving.

  8. Nice dark tale for a gorgeous picture! Love it all!

  9. You never cease to amaze. I am sorry I missed this but so happy to see it now.

    • Never any apologies needed! I am always happy if reading something of mine inspires you or you enjoy it! ❤

      • Truly your work always touches the core of my being and it is thought-provoking, inspiring reflection and consideration. I love that about your posts. xoxo

      • Thank you so much for your lovely comment! It is hard to keep a writing confidence, when I choose to, most often, write about the shadowy stuff we are all wrestling with in our lives. I wish I could spend at least a year just writing about kittens and boring everyone into absolute happiness! 😀

      • Huge grin, happiness does come in looking at reality and always holding faith in one hand, hope in the other and love in the heart. 🙂

      • How so very true! 🙂

  10. “furious calmness”… ♥ you give words to emotions I thought can never be put to words… that’s so special, Mirjana…

  11. Do you have one about a moth?

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