Monday, July 16, 2007
"Transfiguration"
My fingers slide over
the control panel, grazing
velvet leaves the color of
dove’s wings, softer than
a rabbit ear,
and I
am
released
by
a perfect bundle of dried
lavender tied heartily in
shiny, silver-spun ropes,
heaven drifting upward to my face,
and I am
lead
to
bliss
by
translucent red and blue
beads strung together in a
child’s Morse code on fanciful
plastic strings, dots and dashes
picking up stray shafts of light,
and I
am
illuminated
by
perfectly spaced garnet-colored
jewels traced with antique loops
of wire, curved and swaying like
the hips of a Spanish lady,
draped in sweet silence, black lace
fan over lips to hide a smile,
and I
am
exhilarated
by
a shred of frayed purple
silk ribbon fashioned to the
steering wheel, a string for
remembering that my fingers find
blindly, giving to twist
then turn at the sight of something
beautiful rising out of sadness,
and I
am.
Aleathia Drehmer 2007
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