nibble this honeyed pollen

and you’ll be eternally held by wildflowers

Here lies an ekphrastic poem, eternally held by earth and wildflowers. Inspired by several artworks painted by Latvian artist Jana Brike.

poetry recitation

nibble this honeyed pollen

✿ i.

this forest wood entangles me
my tears come out to play
within these wild flowers
my quivering heart is contained

my skin is a refuge, a realm
for butterflies to land
red strawberry juice
drips from the tips of my hand

✿ ii.

take away my eye
i'll still be aware
i will look at you fiercely
with my unending stare

these vines are not a prison
they're part of who i am
returning to the earth
was always my plan

✿ iii.

floating to the sky
with blossoms that twist
the breeze tickles my skin
kisses at my wrists

reveal the soft center
the tender spot where life began
rising to the clouds
lifts my feet from the expand

✿ v.

curls of gold and sun
slipping off my shoulder
tendons pressing forward
roses becoming colder

my lips, my lips
birthing petals of blue
a renaissance of my devotion
to the gentle billowing hue

✿ viii.

eyelashes resting on this
vermillion satin cheek
embracing my daffodil lover
falling whimsically into the creek

with skin between our hearts
i rest in his sunflower soft glance
these ribs create percussive music
hands slipping into a dance

✿ xiii.

submerged beneath the lily
mossy nectar adorns my crown
this water is a mirror
sensitive curves try not to drown

rippling moonlit navy
i bathe in midnight glow
darkness is behind me
i shall sink before i grow

✿ xxi.

a fervent tidal dance
wraps around my botanic waist
pink cherry foam
glosses over my smiling face

ill show you just one
of these tissues that i host
this supple, surfing softness
pulls me further from the coast

✿ xxxiv.

a lavender field bleeding
crimson stains on my knees
ill sing to the heavens
breathing blooms across the sea

when i stretch by the river
the grasses they turn green
tumble stones ask the stream
can you gently caress me?

✿ lv.
on my knuckle here rests
a fluffy bumblebee
his fingers sliding down
sighing, oh persephone

my wings won't you drink
from these violet delights
when you nibble this honeyed pollen
your eyes will take flight

✿ lxxxix

cut off my hands
i will still be here
soaring through pleasure
your thorns i do not fear

i laugh in the faces of those
who try to steal my power
breaking down is my nature
i’ll dissolve and return as a flower

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Eternal Returning by Jana Brike

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