Betwixt a crimson west of sunset
Rainbow-crowned thunder cloud on the east
Swept by ferocious gales
Lay Tucson waiting
Her locks scattered
Her feet on the north
On the Catalina mounts
Head pillowed on Santa Rita
Voluptuous, for her mate, the sky to descend
As mesquites, palo verdes, oaks, figs, acacia
Waved their heads in demoniac dance
Lighted by an unearthly shine
As though possessed by the elements
An evening was about to gasp its last
And then it came in a clatter
The sky with fingers of rain
Stoked her insanity as she giggled
In puddles and streams
As the Rillito swelled in orgasmic passion
Oh, what a beautiful night it was to begin!
And what happened then
To the luminescent fig beetles
Delicate dragon flies
Arizona sister butterflies
That throng the sunny days
Of Tucson’s breeze and glitter?
Don’t ask stupid mind
She is a mother, she knows
She had them hidden safe
Under her locks
As the sky stoked and stoked
And as she giggled without end
That beautiful rainy night
Tucson, the ma nonpareil!
Wow...... to be brief......... Amazing write! What a captivating picture of Tuscan with her locks scattered by the wild winds and her head pillowed on Santa Rita, voluptuously waiting for her mate, the Sky to descend! How like a sweet mother, she hid her tiny ones in safe pockets when the elements grew violent! Top marks!
Thank you for taking me to Tuscan. You made me want to see this place. Her locks scattered - such imagery Stoked her insanity as she giggled - so expressive Don’t ask stupid mind She is a mother, she knows - my best lines.
Very good. Should get this published in the weekend issue of AZ Daily Star.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem, Madathil. I would like to visit there one day too