Seeking sanctuary from the burn
I enter her cold and holy dance,
and am unmasked, and frozen
between armors of snow
and tundric nakedness
as she avalanches
to a purer love.
She moves in fires I cannot enter
and consumes my sleep in flames.
She pours herself through me,
a radiant and smoldering lava
scorching a charcoal path
on which I ride
to her bright beauty.
There is seduction in her conflagration
that binds me with smoky tongues
and releases me in blinding light.
Her immaculate impossibility remains
and I am fused forever
to this sighing ghost
of ash and passion.
painting and poem by clinock.
Deja vu – edited redux from 2014.
Oh, I’d missed ‘reading’ you, my dear John. I always find sanctuary here. Sanctuary of beauty and goodness. 🙂
Your words are beautiful Marina, thank you my friend…
Ah!….the balance of the Universe has been restored….another excellent painting and poem by Clinock. Thanks John!
You’re always a scholar and a gentleman Robert, and you make me laugh too…thanks mate…
Wow, what an interesting piece! It vibrates! Nice pairing with the verse too. Well done!
Thanks so much Laura…
After reading this it took me back, John, to Leonard Cohen’s Joan of Arc. Such lyrical beauty fills my afternoon. I agree with Marina. I’ve missed reading your poetry. And this painting!…water and fire in ecstasy.
That’s lovely that is Jana, and glows me, deeply…
absolutely gorgeous!
Thank you muchly Stacy M…