She waits no longer,
her cups pour upwards
into each other,
underneath a vengeful sun,
rays spiking into her wings,
and bare feet,
like hooves.
She rides her chariot,
blasting into your wind,
with her frenzied horses,
wild, and finally set free.
She surveys her kingdom,
verily thunder-stricken,
and worm-fed,
shielding herself
from a ruthless garden.
She stands on her head,
and counts the seconds
until the last blossom
falls.
shrinks arent cheap 
Thank you for visiting my blog today and liking a post in the 2013 Tulip series. I do hope you’ll stop by and visit again soon.
You write wonderful poetry. Thank you for sharing your gift with the world. Blessings, Robyn
your style amazes me…. survival and the best in odd cases……
this woman would make me uncomfortable i think i cannot stand on my head let alone bend over for long when i lost my voice i lost the muscles and ability to stop what went down fro flowing back up
and if i close my mouth it flows out my nose HAH
Great imagery of course, almost timeless, wisdom-filled LOL almost inspires a deeper look … I really liked what you did with this poem!
One cup Talent
Two tbs wordpress
Sautee the words in deep
Motivational thoughts
Pour hands full of words as needed
Add a dash of focus
And sniff the pure saffaronic words of Rumi
But wait two centuries
Then one day wake up and start a blog
Only to find TRUTHFULLNESS in todays world
Purity, spirituality,
Who needs shrinks,
When “shrinksarentcheap”
Is here
And to all who Prescribe her daily doses
“She rides her chariot,
blasting into your wind,”
Doesn’t she?
🙂
I’m trying to find spring, but another 14 inches of winter fell yesterday. Meantime, I’ll bask in your season,
Hmmm…tarot-inspired?
si. good eye
But…but…”Sweet flowers blossom in your smile”…they never fall!
Perfect first day of Spring poem…evocative and magical. Speaks to me of endings and beginnings…survival.
survival. there, you have it.
Wow, that was violent and sad. Is the lady’s characterization anyhow inspired by the biblical Lillith ?
If it is a Lilith, it is George Macdonald’s, but actually, it was inspired by a Queen and an Empress.
Aah, well, then I definitely went on a way way different tangent in my interpretation :p haha, but I still loved the poem 🙂
Great enigmatic imagery. But what does it mean? Probably doesn’t matter in a literal sense. I enjoyed it nonetheless, you prolific poem machine.
I love the line ruthless garden. Taking something that’s usually a source of happiness and giving it that edge was good.
fun poem! such images!!
Thanks for liking the past ten posts I’ve posted lol (this is not a system error, right?)