my love is bronze sky
interlacing garlands
being drawn
this pain/t is old
canvassing
amidst vertiver veil
I walk with Sappho
brushing blushing jargon
as she whispers names
into moving fountain pens
vessels torched
moving over spinal cords
lulling colors speak
where frequencies
are freed in their awakening state
Frida smiles from her burning bed
her ebony eyebrows lifting
holding Vincents left ear
under Prussian blue
sun flowers reaching out
from their high stems
left outgrown
in the garden of Etten
chasms untied
frailty sings
innocent
abysmal destinies
abandoned
sentient sentiments
Copyrights Rian May 2025
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Author:
Mourgana of the Fey (
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- Comment from author about the poem: dedicated to Sappho, Frida Kahlo and Vincent van Gogh, three golden ribbons of the arts
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Comments2
Loved the clever work with the words pain/t , garden of Etten different meanings depending which road is taken. Lovely
Thank you for your words which I appreciate, the garden of Etten is a painting by Vincent van Gogh one of my absolute favorites by him.
This is quite powerful. The historical figures create a list of wonderful images and avenues to explore.Made me think.
Thank you David for your reflections, this poem is an older revised work, I love arts all kinds, its a journey indeed!
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