1
The yeast did not bloom
and the dough did not rise,
or the fire did not fix
the current in the air—
2
The hills were blue
and then they were fire
for when we lay upon them
their ice caps melted—
3
The hummingbirds must live
on the nectar of stones—
Have you seen ruby or green
tendrils marking their throats?
4
And the child stirred coals
to life in the grate,
then left food in the bowl
which the cat then ate—
5
Years later, the letter
arrived at the wrong address,
so the woman in the window waited
till she could sigh no more—
6
A man emerged from exile
of many years to marvel at the stars:
for each one hung above, he tucked
its twin into a sleeve of water—
In response to Via Negativa: Gambler.
OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
- Chance: Six From a Tarot
- Chance: Six More From a Tarot
- Chance: Six More From a Tarot
- Chance: Six More From a Tarot
- Chance: Six More From a Tarot
- Chance: Six More From a Tarot
- Chance: Six More From a Tarot
- Chance: Six More From a Tarot
- Chance: Six More From a Tarot
- Chance: Six More From a Tarot
- Chance: Six More From a Tarot
- Chance: Six More From a Tarot
- Chance: The Last Six From a Tarot
I love this one.
I like this so much, I’ll have to précis my feeling about it in a haiku:
Whenever I feel
Like inaudible autumn
Your poems slow down.
You should not listen.
I am a just a brain of keys:
Usual like sun’s pull.
I swallow the sea,
Of which I am not a part
Craving like spring’s tease.
It seems that my fears
Have sunk like old abbey glass
Vulnerably close.
It ended up as four!! :)
Now that’s a quality comment! Thanks for stopping by.