vinebar

The Feast
Author: Pamela O'Brien

vinebar

We dine on roasted chestnuts
and peaches that drip succulent mangoe juice,
as the suns fall
and the shooting stars fly upwards
into the vastness of black space.
Selected branches crackle in the fires
that send columns of smoke
to where it is swallowed by cold air.
Images and shadows of women appear.
The trees have been woven
with fine gold and silver wires.
I sit, crouched, huddled,
near the eroded beach rocks.
The moon is an inch over the horizon.
The far waves are rising.
I watch the ripples of water weave colours
from the reflectios of white light
cast by the bluish moon.
Fire and water, please me, tease me,
make me forget.
I bury my troubles in the warm earth
that runs through my hands like clay.
A northern wind picks up and
blows my hair across the ocean...far away.
The strands touch the planets.
The rising tides welcome me.
No words come
No song
No memory.

vinebar

Comments on this poem/writing:

 
Name:                                           Remember Me

Comment Title:

Comment / Ammendment:

Please complete the recaptcha below for spam prevention:

Click here to read other Poems by Pamela O'Brien

vinebar

Poetic Dreams Other's Poetic Dreams Submit a Poem New This Week Forum Home

Copyright©2017-1999 by Rebecca R. Hammack

COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved.   No part of this website, including all pictures and written words,  may be reproduced or copied in any manner from this website without  permission of the original author of the work.  All poetry and pictures herein remain the sole property of the original author and/or copyright owner.  All poetry on this website has been submitted by the original author of the work. To contact any author of the work please e-mail: dreamer@dreamersreality.com  so the proper person may be notified.