Light in the Grave of Blooms

 Natural Woman ~ Susie Clevenger

Stars drop in glitter exclamations

among strands of braided auburn curls

as Antheia walks the grave of blooms.

 

Ignoring winter’s icy taunts, she dances

on the rotted breast of petals singing psalms

to sleeping spring of bright color soon to escape

the swaddling of dark roots.

 

With emerald brush she paints the blackened wool

of midnight’s scowl with swaths of green, and fills

her lungs with moonlight so every breath is seeded with a dream.

 

©Susie Clevenger 2021

Antheia is the Greek goddess of flowers and flowery wreaths.

There are times when the only way to ease fear is to pour light into ink.

The Sunday Muse #146

 Poets and Storytellers United ~ Writer's Pantry #56

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comments

Gillena Cox said…
Gorgeous poetry. Happy Sunday.

Muchđź’—love
Magaly Guerrero said…
"rotted breast of petals singing" I love these words so much, Susie. They add power to closing note. It's so true, few things calm the chaos as inking them into something useful--especially when the 'something' in question is also beautiful, like in this case.
Helen said…
I was waiting with baited breath for your poem .... as I had expected, the perfect pairing of Susie art and Susie poetry.
scotthastiepoet said…
Lovely rich and sculpted piece, Susie - I especially liked this line: "every breath is seeded with a dream..." Brilliant!
Sherry Blue Sky said…
"So every breath is seeded with a dream." Beautiful, Susie. Your art is wonderful and has sparked some really great poems. I always thought your art would be a perfect fit for the Muse.
indybev said…
So many beautiful phrases to savor, Susie. Beautiful art and words. Such a gift!
Truedessa said…
her lungs with moonlight so every breath is seeded with a dream. This line really resonates with me as a dreamer. Thank you for sharing your artwork.
JadeLi said…
You inspired so much beautiful poetry with your image!

I like the ideas sprouting in your poem. My favorite:
"bright color soon to escape
the swaddling of dark roots"
Carrie Van Horn said…
You have poured light into ink amazingly my friend! Your poetic imagery is brilliant and touches the soul! I adore this poem Susie! It makes me see your art even more deeply!
qbit said…
Your poem is the written version of your art! Picture perfect both.
said…
This piece is so rich and fulfilling to read—as a whole, and in singular lines. I am so eager to go back and reread.
said…
This is a poem I would like to recommend to every person in the world—especially to those who think they don’t like poetry. Flawless, moving, deep, mystical, inspiring.
Jenna said…
Beautifully written, especially the last stanza. I really like the almost-rhyme of green and dream.
indybev said…
Your words as beautiful as your art. You are blessed with much talent, and we are blessed to enjoy it!
Jim said…
Good Job, Susie!! Your flowering Antheia has a lovely has a nice mound of flowers out in the wilderness. She makes light of the "blackened wool of midnight’s scowl" and things progress in fine shape.
Thank you fore sharing your Digital Collage Art with us, the very last picture showing on the Pinterest that came us may be my favorite. You must have started early to have accomplished all these.
Also I like to see how the writer has come to mind with his or her prompt. You did not disappoint.
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Glad to meet Antheia; hadn't made her acquaintance before. I enjoyed your description and also love what you say in your note about 'pouring light into ink'.
Old Egg said…
What a beautiful poem to read.
Ron. Lavalette said…
Smooth and beautiful from beginning to end, Ms Clevenger, and I esp like the closing image of moonlight-filled lungs..Awesome work.
Margaret said…
...petals singing psalms - lovely! And the last line - are both exquisite. I adore near rhyme (green and dream) and the storytelling quality of this poem.
kaykuala said…
fills her lungs with moonlight
so every breath is seeded with a dream

How nice to cultivate some form of hope going by the mess that we are having now. Great visual creation Susie Ma'am!

Hank
Rommy said…
I like the undercurrent of defiance here. She wills the beauty she desires into existence no matter what is going on around her.
Zander said…
Love how you weave color into your poem, just as in your artwork. Captivating!
Charley said…
"...the only way to ease fear is to pour light into ink." Okay, this is not officially part of your poem -- which is outstanding, by the way! -- but it's the piece I'm absconding with. A germ of enchantment to spark some madness.

I'll let you know....

Great image; great writing.
colleen said…
What an absolutely magical scene. It sings!