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Ode To the Myrrh Tree
ODE TO THE MYRRH TREE
So the tree stood in the centre of the desert
Mangled by winds of change and truth of joy
and chains of dust and torrents of rare rain
Burnt black and senseless by an
unrelenting Sun of nightmare beauty
And orange was the sand of scorpions
orange was the mirage of miracles
orange was her veil of innocence
As the tree stank of heavenly myrrh
itched to pour its oil over orange
nippled breasts and buttocks
Stroke curves and carves
of luminous beauty with its
ancient branches of stony bark
As beetles made holy love
in its crevices of dark deep velvet depth
And the mangled magic of the myrrh
stood short and stumped and watched
the breath of the timeless desert
A slow movement of a noble camel
with its long thick lashes speaking of
Magnificent slowness in the lick of lick
a lip in a lip
Tree of a thousand loves
Spice of sprinklings in sparkles spaced
over a tent of chiffon on sand
Slithering with patterned serpents
and eyes of dark magic
of long limbs all in one
Twine and twine and grow together
as all become one
with myrrh and magic
Heavy beads of sweat and
Amber laugh and scream
Moments of a tree of ugly love
as ugly melts into vacant beauty
Irresistible wordless wrinkles ageless
Deep furrows of sweet scent
Sent the desert creatures weeping
to smiling stars as the
Tree of life stood stock still
to imbibe eternal myrrh
Itself
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song1996
[View Recital of poem by Poet on YouTube channel @ghairodanielspresence]
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Ghairo Daniels
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