Thursday, November 10, 2016
The recession stretched for almost a decade,
as vast rooms that go on and on . . .
as the lucid dreams
over oak floors
temper the alpine mist.
The flamenco-red walls,
and the kaleidoscope of lights
Here I sit––
bold and proud as a tartan plaid.
I could dance in an organic whole
of limbs and pauses
before the hurricane;
with a rather moody folk skirt
brushing the granite hearth.
There was only a wind at the chimney.
That would be my signature style
of delicate arches,
brilliant height, and stony blue curves.
Posted by The Wild Lily Institute at 12:19 PM