Saturday, May 20, 2006

Interior Cartography: A Descanso


Gold Light

In my mother’s chair I bask at ease
in a square of orange light and hear
magnolias applaud with breeze blown leaves
their farewell dance to Persephone.

Caught in rods of amber light,
dust specks float above the door
refracting sparks of diamond white,
gold squares stretch across the floor.

No hoary frost garlands the jack.
No maples burn with autumn fire.
Just golden light to break the back
of scathing summer’s brazen ire,
While I recline in deceptive ease
to mourn the death of Persephone.

Poem: Lori Gloyd (c) 1996, 2006
Image: Lori Gloyd (c) May 20, 2006

2 Comments:

At 6:49 PM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

What an amazing life giving piece Lori. While you live so does your mother.

 
At 8:14 PM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

A beautiful tribute...

 

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