Saturday, April 18, 2009

A Parliament of Trees


The Dream ~ Henri Rousseau

In the corners of a darkened dream
Fingers words in the wood will score
Lovers’ hearts in sap to gleam
Twig-like kisses on littered floor

Celtic heart on stone to carve
Verdigris veins the circle completes

Give me light these leaves to green
Suck these roots the black earth writhes
With fist and hammer to scrub me clean
Whittle me down to the barest of lives

Through valleys green on wings of wet iron

Pass your laws in warm earth pen
Enforce it with the passage of time
Deliver me from the jurisdiction of men
Stitch my lips with rust and twine

Across dry yellow plain on a breath of sand

Wrap your begging branches around me
Hold me fast in your bark embrace
Green my eyes so I can’t see
This bitter seed, this human race

African head in grass to weave
Thorn and dust an arc describes

In the corners of an enlightened dream
Fingered beads will keep the score
Shadows will move behind the screen
Who says there’s a key to every door?

7 comments:

jams o donnell said...

An excellent piece Pisces.

CherryPie said...

Really lovely :-)

subtorp77 said...

Very nice, Pisces. This would've made a great TT post, as well!

Pisces Iscariot said...

Thanks all

Candie Bracci said...

WOW.This one is really nice!Inspired,the dream

Jimmy Bastard said...

"Celtic heart on stone to carve.."

Six words, one sentence.. pure theatre.

Bravo

Pisces Iscariot said...

Candie: merci!

Jimmy: The Iscariot household operates with an African head and a Celtic heart :)