Explorations Into Liminality
“and there came an arm and a hand above the water and met it and caught it, and so shook it thrice and brandished it, and then vanished away the hand with the sword in the water.”

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Wilde Wednesday Words



Her ivory hands on the ivory keys

Strayed in a fitful fantasy,
Like the silver gleam when the poplar trees
Rustle their pale-leaves listlessly,



Or the drifting foam of a restless sea
When the waves show their teeth in the flying breeze.

Her gold hair fell on the wall of gold
Like the delicate gossamer tangles spun

On the burnished disk of the marigold,
Or the sunflower turning to meet the sun
When the gloom of the dark blue night is done,
And the spear of the lily is aureoled.


And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine
Burned like the ruby fire set

In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine,
Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate,
Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet
With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.


~Oscar Wilde


2 comments:

LuLu Kellogg said...

Oh Juliebelle, how lovely!

LuLu♥

Silke said...

Just beautiful!! You have a way with words!! :) Silke