The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 6/21/08

[BlueIris]

"From the Margin"

She would like to follow that rabbit
down the swift, precipitous hole,

appear on the peculiar side,
feet first in some wild spot—

but she is stuck between the slivered glass
and its black cardboard backing.

From here, she can see clouds
as thin as a hare's white ears,

close fields of velvet fists
unfolding into blood-hued roses.

The currency of flowers has run out
and she requires new excuses.

Over her left shoulder, a sink of dishes,
rotting pumpkins, leaves on the porch,

reflections in an empty tumbler,
and the door's sad face.

—Joannie Kervran Strangeland

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. My dear BlueIris!

What a great hallucination!

I just read it out loud to myself, and it ran away with my imagination!

Wonderful!

Thank you!

:hug:

[BlueIris]

2. Uh...thanks. Hallucination?

Well, I guess it does have a certain surreal quality to it...