“Twilight and White Linen”


Twilight and White Linen

Here we are and time
forsaken
when I found you—

latitudes of faces,
provinces
of eyelids and shoulders,
verdant archipelago
sculptured in sapphire
oceans,
the orbital fruit dangles,
suspended
from its ripening—

Twilight and white linen
stoke the hunger—

I slice zucchini
into cylinders,
slender wedges,
peppers into strips
of scarlet,
toss the cuttings
into volcanic oils of olive,
aromatic sesame—

the meat is warm
for the tasting,
pearls of rice turn amber
from the fragrant
spices—

here we are
and time.

by D. G. Vachal © 2013

*** Image by Rob Espierre

“Spring Percolates”



Pear tree blossoms
plentiful
as the stars,
packed into constellations
individual as the eye,
purity of milk and diamonds,
whitecaps of oceans
awaken

into another dream,
lost moments found,
forgotten tales
retold
of skeletal branches
putting on fat and flesh,
garbed in gowns of organza,
taffeta and voile,
of golden green,
magenta’s pink,
and crimson of the maples,
the stars

descend from the heavens,
dip into the tin paint
gallons of the rainbow,
morph into manifold
forms  of delight,
crayola of corollas
dazzle
upon the vibrant grass.

by D. G. Vachal © 2013

“Fragments of Bread”

Still Life by Julia Medvedev
Still Life by Julia Medvedev

Fragments of bread
hours after supper
fill my ceaseless hunger —

Midnight and the light
is sparse,
the camel-eyed windows
gaze
at Giacometti
shadows —

Daybreak alights:
I laugh with the warblers,
and the breath of my nostrils
fires the oven,
the bread for my hunger,
once again.

by D. G. Vachal © 2013