chrysalissing
by m lewis redford
chrysalissing
out of a foggy life of past with just
faint lemon lights of echo
I slightly formed vague and beguiled
by object and window
out from the shift of role I saw
that the whole of world
was a turning whale its form clear
and hideous as it receded
out through the greying blue
of bequeathed roles
decaying within the dark-wood panelling
I searched for rooftops and breezes
out through the work to need I conceived
mechanism sufficient to breathe
but found myself ragged and mumbling on the mauve and olive plane of squander
ghostly to the machine
in through the tragedy of awkward shoulder oblique with neck and cranium
and shoals of voice uniformly shifting
I settle back and breathe in through the enveloping odyssey
homing at last
lemon wormhole: backseat
“faint lemon lights of echo” – what a terrific line!
ah, thank you for the eye
Love. That last stanza is just whoa. I envy your way with words. The sounds just flow so beautifully, and they create mysterious and potent images.
ah, you have made my moment; thank you very much for the response