"...And a breath of lemon filled the vast moment/as the wind became a flower of gauze..."
~from Nocturnes from the Window, by Federico Garcia Lorca
I am behind the wall now
wearing red and a window.
I will be safe
if you see through me
only white sky, the almond tree
I wore the mask til blood
the sting of a flower; it
told too much with its
sibilant drip. That
was not safe.
I am a camellia from
snow country, cut
at the stem, dying in aqua vitae,
a fragrance passing citrus
through your room. I will be safe
when the last petals
cover my cast off mask.
posted for The Sunday Muse
I have also used several words from Kerry O'Connor's
Images: A Distant Future, © Raluca Caragea Fair Use
Yellow Roses in a Vase, 1882, by Gustave Caillebotte, manipulated Public Domain