--published in WATERWAYS Nov./Dec. '05.--a lillibonelle |
Queen of Cherries If I were a bowl of cherries I'd be regal Queen Annes. I'd make my demands known, a cool, serene Regent of Stones. I'd be regal Queen Annes with eyelids and ears painted plum. I'd be a woman of means, content with my herb-tea and muesli. I'd make my demands known. I'd declare a year of cherry jubilee: all transgressors forgiven, all trespassers perfumed. A cool, serene Regent of Stones, I'd dip my soft, sweet fruit into dark chocolate childhood. I'd offer bites to passers-by. With eyelids and ears painted plum I'd be too happy to be deep. I'd spill all my pitted secrets, if I were a bowl of cherries. |