Sunday, June 21, 2009

Blue sprouts

Humidity lurks at the surface
of thirsty pupils and suddenly

dives,
piercing,
slicing,
pouring

when blue buds
magically sprout

and then shoot
towards the powder blue sky

as magic dust does
from fairy wands

when a fairy demands romance
in a thunderstorm


Image by Peggy Collins at Flickr.com

3 comments:

Fireblossom said...

Mm, I love this, especially the last two lines!

Michelle Johnson said...

delightful write. I agree with fireblossom in that those last lines make an impression.

Lauren said...

I love the last two lines!!

Ha! I guess that is the consensus.

I will add a little more to my comment then: perhaps you should bring the beginning of the poem up to par with the last two lines. For example, I don't personally understand the pound cake metaphor.