The SkatersAmanda Earl
They glide
over blue
sapphire
He slides
his fingers
inside
her red
mitt-
will not interrupt
the contact of skin
against skin,
spark on spark.
If you walk
by the river
with the love
of all your lifetimes
on the coldest night
in winter,
you will hear
the harmony
of their blades,
catch a glimpse
of the skaters
shimmering.
Awaiting The Willow
Amanda Earl
I can't wait for those willow trees
to spread their whippy leaves
over the river
they're not black anymore
already there's this sheen
of yellow-green
if you squint your eyes
tightly and stop breathing
for about a minute
you can see them
growing
Intensity
Amanda Earl
Daffodils thrust toward
a purpling sky
to gulp bursts of cloud
in their cupped and open mouths
wind-driven water
knocks them over
but still they drink the rain
as it comes
teeming down
Dorsimbra:
Under Peonies
Amanda Earl
ants open fields of crimson peonies
I lie below as dark brown bodies crawl
they munch the whitened wax from burnished leaves
uncurling inner lips as petals fall
insects gnaw eternal paths through
ephemeral blooms
ever wriggling through the labyrinth
of a peony
My widow cries above the fresh dug soil
I feel her soft low heels upon my grave
her fingers plant the blooms of June's re birth
ants open fields of crimson peonies
The Speed of Rain
Amanda Earl
It's raining perfect drops across the pavement
healing winter's scars and cracks.
And you can't hold back the lilacs' blooming.
The unprotected slip slowly through the rain,
while umbrella-bearers
rush quickly by as if the water
will sting or cause them pain.
Camp Fire
Amanda Earl
We burn
oranges.
oil
perfumes
dark air.
Embers tear
the blackening
crust.
Amber segments
curl inside
the womb of fruit.
You part white flesh,
releasing a shower
of sparks.
Reflections in
a midnight
river of stars.
Watermelon
Amanda Earl
pink
through chattering
teeth
mahogany seeds
on the snow
our kiss
holds us
a tableau
of frost
and fruit
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