Garden Spoils


Looking through these lush green doors,
My eyes are seized
By the planters erupting and exploding
With variegated color.

Your ardor flows through me,
Down to the tips of my fingers,
Oozing liquid love into my garden.
These crimson roses drenched
In naked romance, climbing
with velvety breadth,
Extend their branches to the heavens,
While petals fall to frame
my green footsteps
Delivering earth’s perfume.

Oh, winged creature of living light,
Glitter with starry threads.
Work your magic!
Create with infinite eyes a vision, a gift.
Use your emerald knife.
Carve rose and winding green vines,
And fashion shoes to slip on my chilled feet.

This is my enchanted garden’s
Gift to me.


Your Gift

When I awoke this morning,
a note lay next to my pillow.
It read:
“There is a little something on the table,
all wrapped and tied—
(I knew it was useless to hide).”

I bolted from my bed,
Crammed my feet into my slippers.
Opened my doors, perused the room,
And there in the morning’s soft light—
A package wrapped with gossamer threads
Of lavender and green.
Almost too gorgeous to open,
I hesitated for only a moment’s time.
Tugging and pulling the ribbons of color
That floated in the air
Till the box gave up its first treasure
Of sparkling sheaves of paper.

I ripped the coverings aside,
And there…
A most luscious chartreuse dress
With a small note attached

You said:

“Crimson slippers for the woman of my dreams,
Satin feet to lay inside them.
Skin of ivory and snow,
Uncovered in this day’s light.
For you, then, a gown of chartreuse leaves
and golden flowers,
Spun by your garden faeries to clothe you.”


The Same Moon

Let me say adieu to this dim stage
And release the velvet curtain of the night.

I linger at the windowsill,
In new gown and shoes,
Waiting for the first star to appear,
And so, like a child, to make a wish.

The ocean’s perfumed air reminds me
Why I love this hamlet,
This dwelling in the midst of this paradise.
Our cottage emits our resurrected love
For one another, and it spills at my touch
Out through the windows and the doors,
Nourishing all that grows
in my enchanted garden.

Unwillingly I close the door
And glide across the amber-polished floor
To the candles of illumination and romance,
Waiting to be lit.
My heart skips a beat, just to know
That we are both gazing
At the same glowing moon
splayed before us,
I in the room—you on
the road back to my arms.

Impressum

Texte: (c) Serena Axel, 2010
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 21.11.2010

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