This is a romantic poem about an artist's obsession with her lover's "stormy" eyes. |
Bruised irises swathe a moonlit slate A pale rose need not hurry for Fate In its petal's tease, a delayed resurrection Is shown through the purest pools of its Soul Wherein suffering has ensued and has taken its toll Deep inside, a premonition amidst howling wind Tormented grays Speak of somber days Tormented they spin Swirling like a vagabond’s last cup of gin What beaten eyes so weary and blue! Raging red against the paths worn and cruel, They forever seethe, yes they do Never tempering, waters bubble and shall boil Drowning in the painted pools of violet oil A wild epiphany layered beneath the royal blue A screaming misery sandwiched between the two A cerulean rue, a lackluster hue Lost in lament deep and true And raging against the sea of Time on broken wings In light's harsh presence Red, they seethe. red they seethe Oh what pleasure of infinite measure Lies behind those stormy gates of shivering shards Of bruised light playing harps half-gay Where cupid’s arrow dare not slay Quivering, they may bleed passions another day Like a ripened fruit infertile yet sweet Demure is this kiss, hungered yet grieved A taste to lips gravely girdled And as I peer into the chasms of thy soul Through those ebbing pits, long and deep In utter agony, I weep For their tides wash cold and bid me to sleep Ruby rage does burn, twisting and trying To break free from that thin azure ice As the shivering shards scream Twice denying, slightly defying They dance in their frozen, weathered dream As violets serene and serpentine ‘Tis an indigo ocean, a delight of delights A twig snaps on the roll of a die, and beauty fights To penetrate the core of those marble skies The galaxies of pleasure that pain confines Straight through a garden of tears Into the motionless onyx iota that seers The wild orchids frothing around its centre With tainted, lust- violet fissures Splashed on waters of milk Singing to me like forlorn silk Commanding the seas to rise and fall Into those abyssal irises, lonely they do call Oh what fragile eyes the shadows maul With an undulating, electric crawl On my heart their tears do scrawl A note of pain in secret bawl Forever racing against Time They will seethe, they will seethe Fiercely, without reprieve Amethysts glowing on a powdered screen |