|Oleander, by Petteri Sulonen|
Oleander in August
Exploded cherries splattered sweet
on extruded green tongues, pliant arms
swing the eye up to wheel along the
frame, stepping the smooth white wall
where oleander splays. Cascades of
chewed resilience buttoned into heat
fasten the jacket of summer
tight at the neck of July.
Worn ragged now in the sun’s
diamond gaze, drying stamens
scratch a calligraphy of mortality
burnt and faded on a rocky wind,
yet evergreen fingers of leathery
chartreuse still push a stubborn grace
past spent verbena, dry lemongrass, replacing
each crinkled tissue beauty as it fades.
So put your April budding on
an August face; don’t leave me alone
stripped barren in this fool’s summer
dying of the cold.
Victoria Ceretto-Slotto uses her hands-on background in the visual arts to provide us with this week's prompt: creating texture in a poem similar to the way artists create it in paintings. I've tried to do this here in both visual image, and with the sounds of the words. Come join us.
Photo: Oleander, by my friend Petteri Sulonen, used with his kind permission.