(excerpt from Elizabeth Woody’s poem Illumination)
“Austere hopes find pleasure in lately cherished flowers”
Spring arrives on petals of wildly dervish flowers.
Pressed between the pages of a hard bound tome, cool drizzle
rehydrates lost memories: the imprints on burnished flowers.
White and blushing red roses, bunched together in a vase
pose a delicately pregnant question? Those coquettish flowers!
Lit by candle, naked dermis is caressed by attar water. Waiting,
to explode, desire is strewn under every petal of ravished flowers.
Attitude of an assassin, proficient in glance-slaying,
Honeyed, weaponized sonority laced with breath of hashish flowers.
Bulbs underground. Above ground: the preening crocus, tulips
and daffodils. See with flourish, and relish flowers.
Touch of time unfurls buds into articulated variance of blooms
’Mirage’ erodes this vibrancy into mottled, blemished flowers.
Notes: Elizabeth Woody, “an enrolled member of the Confederate Tribes of Warm Springs in Oregon” is Oregon’s current poet laureate (March 2016).