alabaster fields

Butterflies dance
down alabaster fields
the sun rises,
sleepy blue almonds are born
from starlight and myrrh.

Crested petals
on tropic iris glisten
to a scented mound,
wonder invites the dawn.

Satin curves part
pearls become the rose
to hold tight
a lip drawn back.

Sunlit shafts
stab the darkness
with clarity
windows dilate.

Across a room
the rattling
and breathing
begin.

— Craig Norris, Apr 07, 2010

About the Author

Country/Region: AUS

Critiques

poewriter58

16 years 2 months ago

Craig

I always take pleasure in reading one of your poems and it is no different for this one. Your first stanza is outstanding Chrys

Craig Norris

16 years 2 months ago

thank you so much Chrys

gives me pleasure that you have enjoyed this. Craig

weirdelf

16 years 2 months ago

I love the way you generously give subtlely beautiful images

and allow reality to come crashing in, without breaking the spell. Quite an achievement. My only crit is the use of the word myrrh, which, lets face it, is only associated with the three wise men and jesus. It intrudes on the poem. Cheers, Jess, Reprehensibly irrepressible

Craig Norris

16 years 2 months ago

thank you Jess

there are for me a few other associations that come with the word myrrh, I particularly like the sound of it, warm and soft and the feelings that evokes. cheers Craig

Ink Dragon

16 years 2 months ago

Dear Craig,

nothing to add or to nitpick about. You are flying. Must be the dove queen holding your hand. Love to you both. Yours, ~Nina

Craig Norris

16 years 2 months ago

Dear Nina

yes, the wings of the Dove Queen lift me on high, thanks for your generous sentiments, love to you in return. Craig

odd molly

16 years 2 months ago

*Therein I treasure the

*Therein I treasure the spice and scent Of rich and passionate memories blent Like odours of cinnamon, sandal and clove, Of song and sorrow and life and love* (sarojini naidu) Craig. Totally beautiful. love. o molly

Craig Norris

16 years 2 months ago