Ode to Spring

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Tentative stretches

Life stirs in winter’s graveyard

Corpses are reborn

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Prison Break

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One day sun will melt the bars,

Open doors and mend the scars,

Free your spirit from your chains –

Winter’s just the labour pains.

Rapunzel

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Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair,

I want to climb up that glorious stair

And sail to the stars on your sunbeams of light;

Tell me you’ll let down your tresses tonight.

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Rapunzel, Rapunzel, unwind your braids,

I want to capture their rich golden shades

And transfer their brilliance to heart’s dingy gloom;

Tell me you’ll lend me your triumphant bloom.

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Rapunzel, Rapunzel, loosen your mane,

Rain me with sunshine, then douse me again;

Dying, your splendour will compost this earth,

Breeding renewal and spawning my birth.

Hold Your Breath

brilliant daylily

 

Hold your breath, you mortals

dressed in borrowed skin; this flesh

is none the wiser for all

its pomp and frenzy, nor more

permanent for all its sheer

transparency. Tread lightly

on this hallowed sphere, ingest

into gossamer lungs this

gossamer oxygen (pale

ribbons, bare hints of spectral

wares weaving life to living)

which seeks to wrap the broken

things with something less broken.

Dare you raise your head into

heaven? Walk in sandaled feet

where bushes quiver with flame?

Romanced, death may yet conquer

all – unless we marry Love

to Chaos, Grace to Weakness;

in that thread of hope-light, flesh

may yet walk in dignity,

skin wrap bare bones in pupal

cases which crackle with life.

Unlikely Rays

bright sunflower

 

Golden hair is her halo –

lion’s mane, courage sprouting

from a heart enriched by dark

seeds sown on dark days in soil

black as pitch. Unlikely rays,

these; conceived where the sun won’t

shine, unwanted pregnancy

buried before birth, daring

to cling to more than it was

cracked up to be. Only Life

can mimic sunshine itself,

replicate such unbridled

nuclear energy, turn

the switch that kills Death dead,

lighting the way for us all.

 

Fanciful Fireworks

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Fanciful fireworks

arcing green against

an early summer sun,

exploding with raw energy

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while dazzling with bursts

of neon independence,

rebellion lit by pyrotechnics

of a slow-burning spring’s

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impetus. Roman candles

ablaze with purpose and

passion, sparklers declaring

a living soul rising;

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I ooh and aah at your

display, for I know that

this show of bravado

just might ignite – me.