The couple you saw
lying deep inside themselves
their backs pressed into
that tall blue field
their hands touching
the grass and its sway.
There was a stolen bicycle chained
to a crucifix.
The Born Again don’t bleed
or pedal -- really.
I looked, once, into
those gray polished stones.
The woman's lips were moving.
The man was closing his eyes.
5 comments:
You always find the most unexpectedly agreeable combinations of images. I like the finale on this one. I have some very specific gray stones come to mind, I think they came out of an aquarium my wife used to have. I read this and I heard those polished stones clacking against each other, a sound like billiard balls, cold and glassy and a little heavier than expected.
Not to mention the tall blue field... nice work. :)
Really nice, Charmi, but you always leave me wanting more.
Thanks, Mark, Neil.
Neil, sorry about leaving you wanting. Perhaps more will come later. I felt fairly strongly about that couple image, but then my mind seemed to see different things. I suppose the arc just isn't quite there.
I'm with Neil...I want more. And really beautiful images. Well done.
Thanks, Talia. I'll keep it churning in the back of my head. I think if anything is added it will go inside what I already have.
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