The phoenix queen needs a a massage and a heart- to-heart,
otherwise she's all ready for revolution.
On her terms .
In her garden there's a swinging gate.
Going through it is the best part of her day.
Into where the imagination is loose and fancy is for free.
The wonderland girl grown up.
She has all the light she needs , now she's into how to make it stay, making it into a fixture for when her eyes can't see.
A joke will evoke the lover in her, jokes of the brave.
The head gear accentuates her brain.
She has some alien tendencies and characteristics that may be a little weird but otherwise wonderful and all human.
Of course she may be picked up by national security scurrilous types
and taken away to a dungeon but her bonnet stays on her head even when all she can see is ashes and functionaries poking at the shadows in the adjoining alley ways.
1 comment:
Hi Greg
How are you?
Really appreciate the artistic interaction in all three modes- deviant art, your website, About Poetry.
I've updated Phoenix Queen to include your poem.
I am astounded by how much imagery spills from that single sketch. It's so vivid I can see her skip through the gates of a sunset world, curious and passionate and vibrant, a strange creature full of inconsistencies. Your phrases breathe past like the wind, easy on the sail.
I am thinking of holding an exhibition in the future. It would be great to display your pieces as part of this! :)
Lily
http://chanlily.deviantart.com/art/phoenix-queen-63213093
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