Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Tale of the Red Silk Scarf


Is more than a scarf
It’s a forgotten language
in an atmosphere
of elegance, mystery,
and androgyny.

A time when the air
is filled with remnants of silk
and the fragrance
of fresh strawberries

The very fabric is alive
with future memories –
that taste delicious.

Entwined in a timeless moment
the distance approaches
her appearance is
wild, free and unencumbered
what is that---
she wears upon her head?
Blood red in a display
as passionate and brilliant
as the sun itself.
what need has Othello of that scarf?
For She is her own alibi

Wrapped  in long, red silk
flowing over her shoulders
dancing on passing clouds
into the dream of the new world


When days and years are fused
into a single moment
the stillness of the
air is crystallized
where desire
is purified and made lucid
Listen carefully
she is telling her story
like  a symphony you once
heard in a dream -
Dare come as your dream

Fin 


One shot poetry 

Imperfect prose

Tale of the Red Silk Scarf
 

Is more than a scarf
It’s a forgotten language
in an atmosphere
of elegance, mystery, and androgyny.
 a time when the air
is filled with remnants of silk
and the fragrance of fresh strawberries
 

The very fabric is alive
with future memories –
that taste delicious
 

Entwined in a timeless moment
the distance approaches
her appearance is
wild, free and unencumbered
what is that she wears upon her head?
 

Blood red in a display
as passionate and brilliant
as the sun itself.
what need has Othello of that scarf?
For She is her own alibi

Wrapped  in long, red silk
flowing over her shoulders

dancing on passing clouds
into the dream of the new world.


When days and years are fused
into a single moment
the stillness of the
air is crystallized
where desire
is purified and made lucid

Listen carefully
she is telling her story
like  a symphony you once
heard in a dream -
Dare come as your dream


photo credits: dreamer-pierrot; tumblr, underwater-Anatoly;rodin-minerva; via Les Deuxgarcons; underwater-Zena Holloway; Venice-Carnivel; beauty Anoush Abrah