A Blushing Performance

By Alexandria SomirsĀ 

Yellow sets to midnight blue,
Not long after appears the moon,
Not white, nor yellow
But red as a flaming symphony cello.
With one stroke of a minute hand bow,
this cello moon changes her chord,
Her sweet, full face,
slims down to an elderly taste,
until her corpse smile,
withers down to nothing worthwhile.
Peaking in her major symphony,
Cello melody cools into harmony
As her cresent corpse
returns once more,
to something whole.
Blushing,
Flushing,
from her musical act,
Her earthly playgoers,
both four – footed and child
become wild growers,
Of emotion non-lacking.


Photo by Alexandria Somirs

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