Her Ever Changing Moods, the Rapture Reprising
“Her Ever Changing Moods, the Rapture Reprising”
Lavender seduces symmetry
in her ever changing moods
slips into something more comfortable
a swollen tangerine sky
moves its tongue over
the blues of her violet harbour
calling the siren home
through ultramarine waves gone all
rippling golden roses mulberry wine
diaphanous Psyche equipoised
over morning’s intention
calls to the submerged
golden trident Neptune
slips over her rolling satin curves
in truth, the sun in his world, hidden,
still remains warm
under blankets of subterfuge
has gone all dark, double agent covert
stunning the coquette with romantic notions
undoing pearls from tight shells
like buttons ripped off a shirt,
ebony sea shucked tuxedo,
once again, night's trapped
smiles silently knowing
but still lost in this Arden
concedes to kneel at her feet
towards the velvet base
of Luna’s salt stinging sighing tides,
this Venus has velvet oceans to conquer
riding astride thrashing white horses,
tame heliotrope anemones beguile and tempting
pull falling stars into the gossamer orbits of planetarium eyes
sea purple cherries on a new canvas
never tasted so sweet
against this passion play incomplete
he concedes, he’ll be king again
in the morning, so he falls headfirst
into Dark Night’s dream
Eden blooms unseen poesies
in her night garden, like
mother of pearl the shell opens
within the exotic
depths of her strange and
perplexing Delphi oracle devotions
streams of light
shadow a body of work
receptive to luminescence
heaven is no longer suspended
it now opens gates to where all angels
and stars must at some time plunge
Modigliani’s fever as evidence
never tasted so sweet, wrapped up
in her crushed velvet insolence
dripping deep into new sentences
those beckoning emerald reflections
where the deserting dark cormorants fly
over mountains rising
peaks flushed to perfection
against warm lips aching
in an arching dark night sky
the king tide washes over
her ever changing moods
salty kissed
upon Apollo’s rising
morning
she takes her leave
her ever changing moods
the rapture reprising
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"The Gardener Of Eden (A Three Piece Suite)", The Style Council
https://youtu.be/MfOpKAuJjxk
“Rome is not outside me, but inside me.
Her feverish sweetness, her tragic countryside,
her own beauty and harmony, all these are mine,
for my thought and my work.” Modigliani
“I want to be a tuneswept fiddle string
that feels the master melody, and snaps.” Modigliani
“When I know your soul, I will paint your eyes.” Modigliani
“Sea Poppies” by H.D.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48187/sea-poppies
“Gloire de Dijon” by D.H. Lawrence
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47353/gloire-de-dijon
LYRICS/The Gardener of Eden, Style Council
https://genius.com/The-style-council-the-gardener-of-eden-a-three-piece-suite-lyrics
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2022
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