The Wooing

Red Amaryllis 1937 ~ Georgia O'Keeffe  

If I am to have hope of blooming, I must walk carefully where flowers sleep.

Amaryllis sleep in the dry womb of winter
dreaming of spring’s warmth.

Deep in the icy clutch of forgotten
roots woo twilight to send the moon
to flirt with fickle blooms in waiting.

A garden pulses with resurrection
beneath booted feet oblivious
to the beauty buried beneath gravel.

©Susie Clevenger 2020

Instructions were to write a poem by selecting at least three words from this list:
amaryllis                  somewhat                percussion                darkness                  grapefruit
deep                           cast                         warmth                       blood                          touch
gravel                        twilight                    lips                              sky                             sleep
bedside                      scones                     fervour                      harbinger                 cogitation


Sanaa Rizvi said…
... My goodness this is enchanting!💝 I so love the idea of 'forgotten roots' wooing twilight, it feels like a sweet spot located between darkness and light where anything is possible. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt, Susie. Love it!😍😍
Marja said…
Love your poem and especially 'A garden pulses with resurrection'
Gillena Cox said…
Luv the mystery and awereness of the "beneath"

Happy you dropped by my blog today Susie


Sherry Blue Sky said…
So beautiful. I especially like the hidden beauty waiting to be resurrected underneath the booted feet.
Just lovely. The last verse in particular makes me go all ecstatic, for both the idea and the expression.
Kim M. Russell said…
I’m stunned by the gorgeous opening line, Susie, and love the alliteration and imagery in the lines:
‘Amaryllis sleep in the dry womb of winter
dreaming of spring’s warmth.’
My garden is currently pulsing so loudly with resurrection it’s waking me in the early hours of the morning!
Jae Rose said…
I could really feel this poem - such enchanting imagery
Helen said…
Beauty buried beneath gravel .... gives us hope.
We never really know what's hidden beneath our feet. Treading gently through this world is the only way to go.
Carrie Van Horn said…
You have captured the beauty of hope in this poem Susie! This is lovely beyond words. I absolutely love it!!
There is such beautiful imagery here Susie!
That last stanza was beautiful, Susie!
kaykuala said…
beneath booted feet oblivious
to the beauty buried beneath gravel

There's so much of beauty and wonder hidden that we tend to miss them all!