Poem by Z.R. Ghani : “Heart Shaped Wreath”

photo by Z.R. Ghani
Heart Shaped Wreath

Sun and branch stripe over me,
luminescent bumblebee -
I stray into a heart shaped wreath,
elderly trees on either side
weave handshakes, agree
to keep me a secret.
Flame-throated birds tidy
the floor, primp
thickets with straw;
wild horses breeze through,
bound for patchwork hills.
The difference between London
and here is the husk of bygone seeds
and my lover's naked skin.
Autumn is a treasure not rare;
in the countryside, these russet paths
lure you into their palms
at any time of year.
I'll wait until the sun burns
over the horizon,
welding the heavens
to the Earth, press my head
against a moss-covered cushion
(once stone),
eavesdrop on its inner brook
buffing the silence smoother,
and yawn like a tiny bird
crossing the vastness,
garnishing the night with stars.


Bio Below:
Several more Fevers of the Mind WolfPack members to welcome: Linda M Crate, Peter Hague, Faye Alexandra Rose, Z.R. Ghani, Jackie Chou, Katrina Kaye, Margaret Royall, Nina Parmenter & Rickey Rivers Jr.

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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