TJ (17th June 1958 / England)

The Flesh Of Heaven

The Vosges are blue:
A function of moisture in the air and refracted sunlight.

Not yesterday evening they weren't.
Oh no.
Yesterday evening above Cernay they were all moody, black and magnificent,
Stark-silhouetted against a raging, blood-orange sky:
A ridge-mouth full of bare, jagged teeth
Tearing a bite out of the flesh of heaven.

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Comments (4)

For me, this style of painting pictures with words is reminiscent of Viola. Love the way a few well=chosen words can paint an entire canvas!
When I read the title, I was expecting a romantic piece about the bliss of erotic desire. Imagine my astonishment when I found in its stead this powerful descriptive piece - with its dramatic, highly charged imagery that stabs the reader like a thunderbolt. Brilliant metaphor. Brilliant poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
a beauty of a poem......
very good imagery perfect 10 very good poem