Satyrs prose the rains suggest, analects conductive touching the waters surface, re-genesis writing poetry upon its clear, dauphine glass. This recessive sky of latent rose water, is not the run that the flowers drink. The harvest of cranberries accumulates their oxide purple, dilute to the boundaries of gilgai soul. The insistent light declares angularities of tuluindine red, Malaga red, and madder purple, articulate against the quarter lawn, that weighs sharp against the remedial emerald. The earth knows stimulus, and its seductions prompt occlude toward rest.
White retrieve the Cotswold lamb from the cross, mourning through the hands of hare fern porcelain, damp with Bauer's fog, the boneset iris and harlequins pen held by mornings white linen host. The cushat song pronounced, or weeping aspic, continues its lattice toward the reach. The censing fescue and the ambac black bent in walking trails towards tender gates. This chest by touching the wounds remembers the friend that could not escape passion nor monolith, often over eager in heart’s rhythmic faithful or temperate codices.
The heart includes the neutral sinistrose, knowing seductions may be alkaline. The Lisianthus rests in bilateral symmetry near the pillows of snowbells, in facile interpretations, with no residual dust. The kenning remark along the seed roads, is that wealth may purchase beauty, how ever faint and frail it’s longevity’s, pressing purest white beneath frosted rectangles of dappled glass. The green music of midday insects, disrupt the purple oxide of evenings endeavors, the Mechanitis mimic caught in apparent reaches follows sweet hypnosis along gregarious drafts, and such wings through the best symploce, may be left exegetes from its fieldwork.
In the golden light, this grove of Pinch pines, guardians of Jefferyi faith in illuminations psych, celebrated the conversations of finite velocity in delicate convening roots. The Bora funneled more quickly than the Bise, as day rested beside the pikes, felling shrewdly, the toppling of the tribunes, leaving but one singular suffragette. She had drummed the ground beneath barrier stones, in the corner where more dominant conclaves coveted the empath of the daffodils sun. As she found herself more warmly alone, as the jongluer wind whistled a piper through unimpeded space, she realized she was the presiding conduit, where thin preeminence had grounded, and just how the shedding, had been her evading own.
Icicles frayed by the cat shank of November winds, we entwined our fingers in warmer locks that hold, unaware of the satin swords we crossed. Warriors in Grayer non descriptives, toggling grass shorn from the hillsides, walked in shield lichen and orange Xanthoria. Ashen prayers throwing sprites from cinder fires where we burn, dressed in color codes that grieve the English law, and burnished lent. Magnolia wood ciphering soft lumen char, free of protocol and convention, lambent in former units per square centimeter and equivalent emission. In tinder that stokes the star, in hook of our irons and in bellows behind the andirons, our own eradication’s, turning the bay frost into soft perspiration.
Ecclesiarch lakes, earthen cruets of dauphin glass, cider to the rubies set in liquids silver flask. The benefice till its articulate cranberries, the pigment of oxide purple, dilute along the boundaries of gilgai soil. Faust will not pledge with doubting harvest, the angularities of tuluidine, Malaga red, and madder orchid, and cantrip preside the quarter lawn, weighing please in its recesses of emerald. The earth knows stimulus and its seduction prompt, occludes toward rest. Spheres and revolutions flush such fruits, and stamen, to be baptized in waters of cadmium red, or by the cameo missing shadow, nature speaks as the nisus bribe, isoclines, dilate euphoria, and the mannerist without exaggerations.
Recording tetchiness, the cordoned pout or rueful ill requite, am I the omniscient control, in random rant of vireo? The short tempered shrikes, counter positioned to abate the drizzle, through the screen of my consecrated ground? The lucite dial per head gear, vial myth of preferential eludes and invidious intrusions, quashing dry dirt in conniption or high kicking bursts through red sod dander? Thought willing along the else, boomerang, and other acidulate, interfere in glides at lift off. Recites to cerebral review, piquing indignatio rouge, in the long career of unpleasant naturals, closing flagitious buttons of black, on dice tumbling along recollection. The sour milk contained in cubic insert, provide the disorderly array, of tongued bud weather.
Moments subaltern propositions, raising my chin with repercussive fingers, reviving terror by hartshorn, it’s smelling salts applied beneath these wild jaculations. As recidivism culls through its galleries of deluded minors, to pan for pearls between my solid barriers of separatist ice and snow thicken waters where I drown. I want to sit beside myself without anchors present in last remains of slatterns longboats, capsized in the overwhelmed breech, and the inner constructs covered with aquatic life I never cultivated. In grating stance behind me I fight a war of muscles, as I struggle from in the grasp of back track, hoping to trace lanterned footsteps to an original home. What cruel ebb is wrenching me further from my single shore of refuge, where I lay my vetch and briars in beauty’s warmth?The lover host where I enchant, in dense fog or in inclement shadow, where I fail to see my own hand stretched forward, and in vectoring, she herself is unable to inveigle, the gray of mid century .
Kristin Ryling
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