Harvested-
a basket
of ruby jewels!
Here I stand in the kitchen,
a chilled mother with warm thoughts,
easing tissue-thin skins
from slithers of moist flesh.
Birdsong.
Peaceful solitude.
Time unrolls its red carpet.
Considerably reduced,
I slip a few scarlet streaks
into a bone-white bowl.
A familiar voice calls me to the garden.
"Tea dear!"
but I hunger for something stronger.
A rush of love
flies like an arrow
to pierce silence
May 16, 2010
May 16, 2010 at 4:05 AM UTC
Harvested-
a basket
of ruby jewels!
Here I stand in the kitchen,
a chilled mother with warm thoughts,
easing tissue-thin skins
from slithers of moist flesh.
Birdsong.
Peaceful solitude.
Time unrolls its red carpet.
Considerably reduced,
I slip a few scarlet streaks
into a bone-white bowl.
A familiar voice calls me to the garden.
"Tea dear!"
but I hunger for something stronger.
A rush of love
flies like an arrow
to pierce silence
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