thunder rumbles through the belly
of the sky
scent of breakfast cooking
brings my own empty on line
and I choose pancakes
over fasting
bacon over detox
while grey skies and rain
mimic depression
lapping at the edges of my mind
so I throw myself
to dreamtime full of scents
but nothing common
nothing sensible at all
a barge with shrouds of silk
tougher than canvas
hued with jewel shades of sapphire
jade, chalcedonies like snow
around the peaches being peeled
to tempt my palate, oils to gild my limbs
golden links to jingle on my ankles
golden bands for wrists, for fingers,
feathered fans to cool me
waft the fragrances of cumin
sandalwood and lavender
across my upturned brow
scents of sunshine soothing
in the darkened day
a charming fantasy
to promise sweet tomorrows
and love around the corner.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem