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?
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
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
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
