“a clockwork orangerie”
gears click
in humid glass
copper vines coil
around brass struts
oranges glint
like captive suns
hinged to silver branches
steam drifts—
a hiss-purr among pistons
petals unfurl
to the pulse of time
shadowed aisles
radial rods pumping
light into crystalline blooms
one dimpled fruit
slips free
into a glass basin
and rings
into silence.
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This poem feels surreal, industrial, mechanical, post classic, metaphorical (And in the beginning God.......) A Newtonian world in orange turned to Apple maybe Microsoft Loved the movie Clockwork orange and somehow this poem takes me there.
That was the core intent but lifting up the imagery in a surrealistic dream‑machine built out of equal parts greenhouse, clock, and fable turned meditation on the marriage of natural beauty and human‑made order, and on how even the most intricate systems carry the inevitability of change.
That was the core intent but lifting up the imagery in a surrealistic dream‑machine built out of equal parts greenhouse, clock, and fable turned meditation on the marriage of natural beauty and human‑made order, and on how even the most intricate systems carry the inevitability of change. Thanks Soren 🙏🏻🕊️
You are most welcome my friend
Come and linger in its glass corridors longer than expected. Let the air feel warm, saturated with the beat of hidden workings. Every orange ( each small, perfect sun ) will seem both tended and trapped, drawing us into the quiet tension between nurture and control. Let's find ourselves tracing the same paths as the copper vines, following them toward that final slip, the moment when the pattern falters and something whole drifts away. It’s a poem that will still tick faintly in thoughts after eyes are shut, and ears hear the measured hiss of the pistons, seeing the light pooling in crystalline petals. It isn’t loud about its revelations, but the after‑image could leave bright enough impressions to carry into other rooms.
Is this you still?
It’s a workout in press releasing or social media posting these days 🕊️🙏🏻
Arqios, this is mesmerizing…the fusion of gears, vines, and suns feels alive, mechanical and organic at once. A stunning vision. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Step aside Stanley Kubrick! LOL! Sorry, the title "forced" me to do that! 🤣😜
I walked into that one,! 🕊️🙏🏻
As I read I think of a magical device, locked away in the castle attic, and shown only to the very priveledged. A wonderful fairytale quality, beautifully written!
Thanks Bella a superbly enticing take and much enjoyed 🕊️🙏🏻🍊
Hey Rik - you have completely superseded Steampunk with a whole new genre, Fruitpunk. Great.
lol, yup all fruity and loopy here🤪👍🏻
Wonderful imaginings Rik.
Andy
As imaginings should be, something Gene Wildery in a way… pure imagination 😃🙏🏻🕊️
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