3/7/11

Stairs rattle
on the way up
to fill a coffee cup, ink
and batteries for the oracle.
Every tier is parallel
to four skeleton legs
where they tread,
silver with disease,
slowly eroding,
as the top of the staircase remains untouched
however desperate the stride.
This sun god mythology
serves only to undercut
a wilting Inca sky
under which rising flares
one cream one gold
peel the cracking heels
from steps caked
with buttercups. 

12 comments:

  1. beautiful...good to see you post...this is filled with emotions...love this phrase...and all of it...bkm


    "This sun god mythology
    serves only to undercut
    a wilting Inca sky"

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  2. Steps caked with buttercups...
    What a wonderful juxtaposition of meaning and intent.

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  3. stunning imagery.
    buttercups are beautiful.

    Glad to see you back.
    A++

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  4. lovely madison.. thank you for sharing this.. my potluck- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2011/03/08/nectar-from-heaven/

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  5. very interesting write...I enjoyed reading this, glad I came across it.

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  6. a beautiful playground of words!

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  7. I had to read this twice to get the full picture. Well done!
    Here's my potluck entry, Enjoy!
    http://mysticmarleei.wordpress.com/2011/03/07/like-my-mama/

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  8. Great strong drama, Madison, then a fantastic finale of buttercups; so unexpected but great images.

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  9. jois poets rally week 40 if you wish.
    bless your weekend,

    cheers.
    xx

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  10. Why do I like this?

    Something deep inside is - smiling contentedly.

    Under the wilting inca sky. With buttercups.

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