In the throat of wind was caught a sob of anemones strange and saline in a soaked dryness of red that slowly clots.
The sea did not release it nor did its petals adorn human aches bled upon faces of gods nor did submerged deaths of olympian cities echoe upon the sand made tomb of living cores between fingers open and lips enclosed in fog.
It had to happen that between two valves warm of one thousand nacreous longings a sudden batting of eyelids would dare to rise and that the wind from it would absorb open blushing gifts promised in ripples of a watered if incandescent green so that in a single breath a whole garden would flow more than divine and all the vastness of a ripped sky would spread hot in dawn of skin and glimmer of touch upon a blazed background of throbbed cries ardent and released at last.
Red the setting semblance of a legend with no gods but with anemones lying within the embrace written upon one of those shadows that the sun draws as it dives.
Anemone, “the flower of wind”, is connected to the legend of Adonis and Aphrodite. It is said to have blossomed from the blood of Adonis, murdered by the god of war, Ares, jealous of this mortal’s affair with his former divine lover, Aphrodite. It is also said that the wind which blows the blossoms open, will soon afterwards blow the petals away; so it is called the Anemone, or Wind Flower, for that which brings forth its life, ends it.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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a whole garden would flow
Magnificent imagery in this piece, Alexandra - and thank you for the very informative postscript.
You are a master at surrealism, shedding light on things seldom seen or imagined. I would love to see your painting of this poem.
I can really relate to the Anemone, although my interpretation is a little different but, perhaps, not so much:
"Love and Light
swept me into this world
and these same shall carry me out."
©2005 Joseph* ~ OneLight*
Sharing this brief spark of a life with you
is both a joy and an adventure.
May the wind forever be a blessing upon our wings.
Amo te, Amor da minha vida ...
Joseph
Felix
Love,
Eileen