Free verse № 141257
Butterfly Belly, Orchid Face
Butterflies, clamped hands,
a sight (a euphoric vision to the beholder),
with physical want and mental cravings
like a pregnant womanâs.
That is love in all its glory,
resounding off color:
a ricochet of lovely words off
skeletal trees. The mango sun will shed
its coat to radiate a brighter yellow sun,
and the hazy-eye sky imitates the elegance
of Londonâs smog head cold;
you that see exaggerated reality,
must be kissed by love,
must have a fluttered belly,
it will grow you a dazzling orchid.
5 comments
The first verse could lose the () for a preposition with better flow, I think.
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Like a pregnant women's.
That is love...
Drop sun at the end of stanza 3, or drop yellow.
In the 4th stanza, why is there a ; after cold? The next line reads like the beginning of a new thought. I can't see how it ties in with London's smog head cold.
It ends beautifully.
I love the 'hazy-eye sky/London's smog' passage - I hate London for the most part but you've got this absolutely dead on. 'Exaggerated reality' - is that talking about the glorious image people tend to have of London when in reality a lot of it is, well, grubby?
Top stuff, keep them coming!
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