Aurora and the White Rabbit

I.

from spiraling ashes
come phoenix my dream
like the rising dawn
scent lingering

the rose and thorns
how they twine her legs
her drops of blood
stop drought’s spread

the tears of strain
the world has come
as Atlas shrugs
though remains strong

II.

water the daisies
they will lazarus
her smiling lips
no one can kiss

there’s no way to feel
until the ice melts
there’s nothing to steal
no destiny, too late

nothing real
in heart or fate

III.

in autumn the leaves
they burn the ground
these words
shimmer unbound

a thousand years ago
and still young

the wind brushes cheeks
sneaks beneath her skirt
she twists the fog
into her shirt

IV.

disguised morning
remains alert
feels the fathoms
without the tide

in winter they fell
one after another
made sawdust
from each lover

enriched the soil
till her breath returned
made the sky flower

away from bile brown
to turquoise hands
watch her smile from stars
and beckon the land

V.

feel some
small amount of hope
the one thing trapped
in Pandora’s throat

the pestilence of winter
she took those little lies
spread her smile every mile
from her forehead to her thighs

and let her touch
make mountains humble
as thunder rattles in its bed

VI.

the seeds are pollinated
ready
this little song
is just her theme

she let go of mourning
the frock like ash
is shorn away

it’ll be another six months
before death descends
foreplay

autumn inverted
on another day
–Ara Raven ~ Copyright 2006–