playground

based on an image taken October 19, 2024 at 20:49

you, the viewer.

women the unknown.

night, the spectator (all enveloping).

spinning structure, the epicenter.

green like grasshopper legs,

beckoning fiddle.

fly like the Black Swan

swallowed by the opulent

headrush like love’s

red face.

spinning.

playground, graveyard, home

Hiraeth. the word

petrichor the only gift in cool hands.

pressed like grounding to the dryearth,

leaving

dark marks like birthday mascara on a little girl’s knees.

bird song in the trees like a crying daughter

Cuckoos. not yours,

you child.

you are fallen from the nest

atop Alice’s head

Serpent!

yes, you are.

Woman you’ve unmet

in white, un-welcomes you.

Greek words like philoxenia deceased,

in the dark boring vegetable garden.

Woman in red gone to scarlet inebriation,

hair like organic rope,

leash like noose.

Concluded:

Stars that swallow.

falling up into the sky in

undulations of some vast comfortable throat.

cosmic unself.

edges?

too distant a concept for conception

(not your child,

child.)

the Universe is unbirthing you.

stardust

eternity!