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Tara in the Blossoms

“Tara in the Blossoms” © 2010 J. Noade

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i fall into arms of Sea
again

my perpetual lover

always wet,
forgiving
my absence
undocumented

She welcomes me home

Her womb
darkness, the empty
i crave

Her ghosts all
chatter-clatter in the quiet-quiet
telling war stories
in their spitfire spiral shells

Her memory of me unclouded

” –we meet again– ”

She offers release
and i ride the green wave
as my own Blue
succumbs,
wiped clean
rock in an Earthly Heaven
not lonely,

save for the amniotic twin
i lost on the other side

merge with her colours
SaltSandSky
endless blue

“and all the returns,
one of these days
one of these days
one of these days
one of these days”*

sing an underwater Shanty
keep the tale alive

breathe in water,
UpSideDown
deep inside this
slippery wet dream

© 2018 J. Noade

* “The Returns” © Rickie Lee Jones

 

A Bully and a Terrorist are not so different.
Only one uses a subtle weaponry.

.hamsa

 

 

 

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2 four 6 eight
flaky shape
shifters
in
formation
parallel the jet fighters
in a blue-less sky

overhead their wings
in unison
never flap
just soar
angry eyes
and softly-spotted
plumes

my heart flutters
in its tortoise shell
skips to a syncopated tattoo
tip-toe highland fling
in a gilded cage

what is coming
you white-winged
harbingers?

I thought I saw
a good sign,
after all,
only a moment’s
rest

but now grounded
in a frozen trench of
worry

(even you, clawing, digging Eagle,
cannot stop it)

looking over both
shoulders
while baby devil’s
red-breath laughter
coats the fallen angel’s
down

© 2015 J. Noade

you,
burster of balloons
pin-prick matriarch

thrasher, slasher
dasher of dreams

can you hear your
daughter’s gay laugh
plummeting?

target’s own
peregrine

in every cry
for a mother’s love
you

slap
slap
slap

the parachute heart
away

begging bloody merry matricide

jealous clouds in your
henna balsam eyes

vicious gales
in your hurricane hair

screams and flurried sighs
where should float
LOVE wide as sky

there!

up
up

lifting
sifting
dancing over tree tops

Chagall roof hops

we gallop
“you n me,” mama

like two laughing
day mares

like Justin Capră’s
flying gear

like a rocket’s crackling blue flame
like sideways dancing rain

with the wee and wild birds
we sing,

what could have been

“you n me,” mama
“you n me”

© 2014. J. Noade

I had no choice

I had to walk
without you
under the hunter’s moon

and in looking up
I saw your reflection there
pale and dim
casting dark silhouettes
on the land
like a shadow lantern

are you in the dream world now?

then come to me
here under these buzzing
electric lines

and see those shimmering diamonds
that dance upon the crude night sea

this is our Ocean
this is our Moon
as She has been for every Fool
who has ever loved

on your fluttering eyelids
on shimmering onyx wings
fly to meet me,
feel this cold wind
alight upon my cheek

how winter approaches again
how I will freeze
and tremble
in my dark den

but for now,
kiss my warm lips in sleep
I am still Alive!

and these dying, rustling leaves
that whisper our true names

sing Rhymes and Stories
in the half-light,
fashioning their own shapes
on the ground
like an old movie

out of focus

spinning reels
as you move now to greet me

one weightless flap, then another
towards our lunar scene

© 2015 J. Noade