Friday, June 10, 2005

Sacrifice

Sacrifice


I sit inside, safe from the rain,
a spectator contemplating a specter.

Outside, cup-palmed and graceful,
the calla lily rises through thunder,
stands head-high, as payment
to this storm.

This is my yearly pilgrimage,
this garden my Mecca.


Breath fogs the glass slide-door,
fades my view, and the reflection
I look through.

It's just as well, I don't like her eyes.


Like the sacrificial blossom, proud
in the face of the storm that wastes her,
I want to be
strong and beautiful,

I want to be thought brave.

Sunshine arrives and I kneel,
dandelion rope-tied,
painted ceremoniously umber and green,
and plunge myself in.


5 comments:

  1. Lovely. ;)

    'Sunshine arrives and I kneel,
    dandelion rope-tied,
    painted ceremoniously umber and green,
    and plunge myself in.' Damn, what a close. :)

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  2. I think you're brave, E. *smooch*

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  3. I really like this. Funny how you keep having storms to write about.

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  4. I'm glad to see you in the tavern. Great work.

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