Puritano

To a red spider lily

In writing on October 2, 2019 at 1:00 pm

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All day long you shone,

a bride of the light.

Apotheosis of the crimson curve,

ballerina in the breeze,

your rosy petals arch coyly around my thoughts

as your stamen bravely stand ready to

hold up the sky.

A long delicate swan-neck of a stem

places you one foot up and a million leagues over

the grass, nodding regally at your kingdom.

Symmetry-breaker,

Cynosure of my moments,

Avatar of a million woodland gods,

when low trade and fruitless empire have turned to dust

it will be your fate to redeem this broken world.

 

 

 

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