love me like wildfire
let us dance between these hot ribbons of light
cradling a midnight spell
beyond the mist of shallow wicks
love me like wildfire
let us chase as newborn sparks
leaping
floating
drifting
scorching
ripping through a darkness,
a drought of lifetimes left ablaze
love me like wildfire
let us drain the night sky
fire fiends in silence
til sunrise of gray
Fireflies-Enzalla
beyond the shallows
where your waves steep
extracting the flavors of the sea
in the rush of darkness,
i bloom most silently
into this garden of benthos, a blushing bride i become
where you in most ardent steps nakedly roam
clutching the tapestry of emeralds woven about my hair
draping upon the coral of my cheeks lending glitter to the foam
cradling the brine that blankets the secrets that i keep
where empty forests speak the language of me
and you, with lips of atlantis, unearth the diamonds of my deep
Surfing the Ether-Peter Pearson
This piece was inspired by a daily writing prompt I participate in where the word given was benthos. I’d no idea what it meant. Even in asking a friend, she was clueless too. Upon looking it up naturally said friend was jubilant at the fact she could now use newly discovered word in a game of Words With Friends.
I include this editorial here to express my adoration and appreciation for writing prompts. Not only do they expand my vocabulary, they push me out of my comfort zone in my writing. They have become a powerful ally in strengthening my writing and I encourage the participation with one.
As always, thank you for reading.
her soul bloomed in the wild
….and stilled among the thorns
-just breathe-
the sun drops beneath the day
as twilight emerges from your touch
a quiet awakening of dreams
our moon holds
-just breathe-
minnows wading beneath
the dance of the trees
lending a choir to the air as earthen creatures stir
but to catch a glimpse of she
their maiden of the shade, their spring breathing persephone
a narcissus sips from a nymph filled river bed
unable to resist the breath of its perfume,
she bows as its smile upon her spread
one selfish delight, she thought, to adorn her hair
reaching for its heavenly invitation, clutching its core,
but the earth it trembled, a prelude to a darkening lair
a stallion then arose, with rider crowned in shade
his moon-fed eyes reaching for her own
spilling of promise to immortal blooms
of a forest braided, never to fade
longing for the wonder, unafraid of what the gods would cast down
she took his hand, this god of the underworld
and became his queen, in shaded crown
in their descent, winter took hold
til this maiden, now queen of the shades returned in season anew
giving her breath to the forest turning it back to its gold
Emancipator/Natural Cause
-just breathe-
canopies of moss
coat the heirlooms of blooms
as knowing petals, much wiser than she
wander upon the forest of green
unhurried steps kiss the soil
as earthen creatures awaken
to follow her through the seeds of time
she sips the wind, a wise friend to the shade
for the lust of the sun is but a myth here
a singsong to her soul, she bows to the call
as narcissus blades and violas dance upon the rivers edge
burying her head into springtime’s perfume
the minnows peek and birds rest their wings
to catch a glimpse of she,
their persephone
Emancipator/Natural Cause
-just breathe-
you find me starving
caught as lightening in a cage
aching for a pulse
-just breathe-
lazy sunday mornings
the warmth of you
tangled up in me
and nowhere to be
-just breathe-
the smell of old books…..
….thunderstorms
reese cups…..
….barren trees
holding hands…..
and you
-just breathe-
