BUTTERFLY & PEACOCK
Indigo-Tourmaline sprawling eyes
on a bed of cilantro, olive, sage
and hunter-green iridescent wisps.
A lovely spot for a pumpkin-rust,
black & white, spotted & bordered,
bewitchingly beautiful butterfly.
My senses have been quickened.
My eye-gait is satiated from this;
the mother-lode feast of palettes.
My eyes have been soul satisfied.
My soul is a well-whetted whelp.
Although, we see darkness at every
turn in the world, purity pillars upon
the earth. The earth shall long remain
past the passing of our remains.
Alice Parris
</dt><dd class="wp-caption-dd">Photography by Stony River/AU</dd></dl>
THE NARCISSIST
Looking into a
mirror of alchemy,
blunt, boorish features are
transmuted into aquiline gods.
Golden crowns
forever grace the heads
of these Roman Emperors &
magnificent Patrician queens.
Mediocre thoughts
become gem-like; brilliantly
blinding sun from its own glory.
Screeching owls
transformed as nightingales.
What fortune
has blessed us with
such stellar luminousity?
O, see me,
hear me, want to be me.
I am...the true narcissist.
Glory rewinds
throughout the entire template.
O, fortune,
Why have you deceived us?
This ruse of smoke & mirrors
is but a fully-spread-peacock
beckoning...
Alice Parris
</DT> <DD class=wp-caption-dd>Photography by Stony River/AU</DD></DL>