Monday, July 23, 2012

[POEM] Skylark Under the Moon

Ocean face, back
To the ground,
Toes curled to the afternoon sun
Like a protest placard
With your soul, and dainty hands
In your pocket of fluke,
Dukedom lives in your
Sun-smooched hair,
Your life is anarchy;
No doleful-bringing amends
Or capital lettered postcards
From peculiar corners,
Sun berry eyes in the twinkle
Of nights first ever known star;
Your gaze sets all of velvety,
And regal manufactured paradise, ablaze.
You’re folk art, writhing- the folk dance,
Prancing about as a Lady cat
With your crowned tail haloed
By the gyre of the firefly beetles
Wheedled by bliss to skylark,
In the honey-coated moonlight,
Laughing as a tickled serpent,
With your clouds of ripened joy,
Becoming the home in which you will stay.

© Raeez Jacobs. 2012. All Rights Reserved.

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