by Stephen Philip Druce
Flowers Grow On The Moon
Laced velvet pink, bee-stitched
celestial lemon rays to un-thirst
litter-wizened thorn dust
in stemmed prayer,
ice flake trample crimson collide
apple fleet – trumpet panther light,
quickened jet peach, soft thunder shuffle
lilac, old turn liquor pouring chalk,
bloom barking seed rainbow orchards,
unclasped waterfall of cherry-winged
blueberry swans stroking the void,
the marble earth,
the unknown us.
Tigers in Cloud Ships
Clad in spiked plummet –
stilled vapour rip
as cotton ball angels drift,
sail scratch prowl –
circle bird cluster
in snow coat applause,
suited cream orchestras
abandon scarred circus skies
in chorus salute,
and tigers in cloud ships
roar unmanned –
their sweetest melody.
Sun Snakes
Stirring sword tongues brew
coiling crackle blaze gaudy,
choking rattle slither-peppered
pierce scorch and grip,
splashing bowl of sticky twitching
poison fire sip –
and the sun snakes shout,
they hiss and shout – keep out!
