Apple Green Vesper

In the spirit of Labor Day, I'm taking the weekend off from prompts to work on a little project, but to keep the site from looking boringly the same, I'm posting a poem I wrote earlier in the week for Flipside Records' word list.

 Apple Green Vesper

Here is my bed

where the apple green sheets

hide a chrysolite heart

where memories desiccate,

clustered in sweetness,

raisin'd from seasons

already gone past
when the world was newborn,

washing the palate

turned bitter as mandrake.

Here is my bed, 
where I find

contentment overwhelmed.

Here hard built answers

fall around my navel

cover my waist with

the crumbled stone dust

of every night 

spent together, 
every dawn broken

on starvation,

rucked in a ravaged wad,

pushing the price of lust higher,

putting the sparse shekels

of old arousal 
to scorn.

I long to climb
a heart of cedar,

make an apple green bed
of full bending boughs,

where escorts of feathers
fall in the song

where life's
willing captive is laden

as the seedhead, emerald
as winter wheat

in a field prepared, 
barren

no more.

~August 2012

Word List:cluster,raisins,escorted,washing,chrysolite,cedar,sweetness,overwhelm,
navel,goblet,waist,wheat,captive,climb,mandrakes,rouse,contentment,shekel,laden,
scorned  Thanks, Flipside.

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