Lillies
I noticed that
even in death
lilies held beauty,
arched to one side,
white petals
glistened in the light
There were poems
in their drooping folds.
I reached into a void.
They cascaded
onto my fingers,
draping velum
across my hands.
Words seeped
into my skin
filling my veins,
they flooded my form.
A thousand sighs of awe
fell from my lips.
In wonder I wandered
fretless into a
glowing night,
a flush of bumps
migrate over my body
I shivered anticipation.
Cool summer air
brushed my face
as I turned
to a bright sky
whose full glowing disc
haunted my eyes
with flickering glory
I closed my eyelids
as I found the poems
suddenly lodged
in my throat.
They spilled
from my mouth
and gushed
over a silent
empty field.
I stood still
for moments,
maybe hours,
eyes shut,
lips moving,
mind unpeeling.
Opening my eyes
in the witching hour
I had finally
become free of words
and in astonishment
discovered that
even in death
lilies had found
lustre in the
long grass.
Through me
they had floated free
into another blush
inspiring the hopeless
with the gift
of a night in word.
Now eternally flowering
they will forever
curl their leaves
within my rhyme.
Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2014
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