L'aura del Campo

Both sides of olive

I am ...a glowing meteor slamming into your calm existence, rippling skin, setting fires, sand turns vitreous extinguishing life as once you knew it. I need not be careful when I aim my alien blast...

Thoughts to work on.



Both sides of olive

Orange shades of green,
both sides of olive
and the chartreuse moons in full albedo,
the grey dot of Pernicus
obscured.

Here where nothing blooms
that won't respond to red,
we betide the ebb of time,
the flow of water.

Deep shades of orange
in rock-face shadow,
the blueleaf red-throated lemon-blossoms
the cut of cliff
where once we raged then bowed
beneath twin moon's chatreuse
holding fast to a dream of olive.

© Kåre Enga 2010-09-07 [167.190.zm]


A Zmitri poem... get the urge to write one now and again. The prompt was the first line.



Got a pile of books at the library. Read poems in the Yale Review.

A drippy day.

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