queer
at the base of my soul heaviness
firefly desires
drink from the crescent
under grandmother’s quilt
bare fool echoes
tinkling fey dances in her garden
of patchouli and lemon grass
newly dried persimmon
formidable yearning
still jump
For We Wordle #5
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About Yousei Hime
This is the journal of a poetic rabbit. Within the warren you'll find poetry, short stories, essays, art, book and movie reviews, and other odds and ends. If you happen to meet the fey princess, be courteous. This rabbit did and was forever changed.
This is the type of poetry that makes no sense and makes me feel like I was there at the same time. I love it! 🙂
stimmyabby,
Well, I hope there is a bit of sense running through it, enough to see a character or find a story. Glad you like it.
“tinkling fey dances in her garden” and those “firefly desires” slpmartin cited—small moving lights. Wonderful images, Yousei.
Hmm, do I detect a sexual element to this poem–or do I dance too far from the center of intention?
47whitebuffalo,
So glad you like it. Of course there is sex there. I was feeling rather daring (for me, anyway). Of course, any poem has whatever the reader finds in it too. 😉
Lovely!
Lady Nyo
Lady Nyo,
Thank you. This writing was very enjoyable, and it’s always a good sign when I still like the piece.
LOL! Yes it is!
LN
“under grandmother’s quilt”. That line tickled my soul. Thanks. 🙂
Greetings from London.
A Cuban in London,
Grandmothers and their handiwork continue to touch our lives and on to the next generation. So happy you stopped by.
You pique the innards of the soul…
Lindy,
What an intriguing way of putting it. May your soul feel full and satisfied.
Firefly desires are wonderful ones to honor. K.
K,
Sounds intriguing, right? Thanks for reading and commenting. 🙂
Really liked the phrase “firefly desires”.
slpmartin,
Me too. It gives a strong visual quality to an internal aspect. 🙂