Meadowsweet

                                                        Long flows hair river meandering

                                                Nut brown full as best beer – bread con brio, in anima vitalis,

                                                        Meadowsweet spreads the eternal fragrance of Persephone

                                                Risen, way past the thin blue gate to the underworld,

                                                        Now merciless, machine-gunning down the heart

                                                And many fall on sight within a footstep of a downy poppy,

                                                        A lightness of hand, a perfusion of incorruptible essence

                                                Strikes the striped down in soundless, forceless distance,

                                                        Where slipshod music and cruelty stop

                                                For she is lit by the honest flames of a hawkweed

                                                        Beyond a leopard’s care, steeped in mouse-eared courage

 

                                                Down into the starless time, full of tuneless song and flying girls

                                                        A thousand nighttime pinks search for their consoling moths

                                                But one, who allows none to approach – none

                                                        In fragile sangfroid daily to meet the mess left by others

                                                Paper-thin armour suffices; there is a care in carelessness

                                                        Debit payment to Hades has summer surfeits

                                                In tempered chicory blooms, in a hold, over a solid night or two’s liquidity –

                                                        Keeping a kicking and screaming Demeter at bay for another day

                                                Pleasureless void of taken pleasures, beguiling in cherry cheer heartache

                                                        Undeterred, feet again carry on a wave a-brim with renaissance tresses

                                                Of course the river will reach the sea, and then it can all be let go

Comments

[Xana]

Some interesting similes made here. Any explanations?

[Richard Peters]

Thank you for your comments, Xana.

But explaining would be giving the game away...

R

[Xana]

I hope she's worth it

[Xana]

I mean worthy of such words.