floral spatter...

flowers plash open
like milk-drop coronets
in split-second summer...

Lucy Meskill

mother...

 

I just realized,
that you are the pear
that I keep painting,
full and round
and large you loom
in my consciousness
brilliant skinned and
bursting with sweetness;
and I
am the succulent,
yellow tinted flesh
carrying
the smooth seeds of love
within my wombed core,
that suspended
calyx to stem,
joyfully floats
dreaming
just beneath
the surface of you…

Lucy Meskill

mouth dreaming...

loose teeth
sometimes fall out
of a personality
like beads that drop
and roll skittering away
surrendered to the void
beneath the floorboards
and in their stead
changeling out of sand
from bitter Arugula
crunching will form
a piece of enamel
in the gap
a glimmering pearl
of greater strength
proportion and brilliancy…

Lucy Meskill

photo credit: Judith Meskill

reveal...

my thoughts like the sun down silent beaches run,
quick fevers, passing warmly over cool sand;
and through the intermittently cloudy sky of mind,
realization breaks, like waves of sun and sea;
as each moment swings cleanly into view,
synchronized frames softly click and slide;
memories, like stones, turning gently in the sand, 
reveal themselves to me with such tenderness...

Lucy Meskill

a love letter...

the burden of no burden
is a heavy weight to bear
unseating my emotions
unleashing my despair

My arms no longer carry
a parcel I adored
up and down the stairway
in and out the door

needing so, your needing
loving so, my task
giving was receiving
of everything you asked

and now my dearest darling
as you travel on your way
please know that I love you
more than words can say...

Lucy Meskill

berceuse because...

and in this bone-picked silence
float, stop and linger some
shell to ear, shelter here
as sudden rock-a-bye-babies
grasp tightly treetops
for when the wind blows
all cradles will rock
and when the hush breaks
and down cradles fall
so will come babies, cradling all...

Lucy Meskill

glory in the morning, pulp-fiction blue...

I saw blue again
for the very first time today
returning home at dawn, as
on my right, a quivering electric lid
of pale translucent citrine opened
to reveal an iris of impossibly
Barbie doll-eye sparkling
interference manganese
that made me gasp as it fully
owned the heavens just above
the inky, leafless tree-lined
dark soil and gleaming snow
looking ahead my right periphery
was met by another brilliance
where in color-wheel saturation
baby cerulean crawled through cyan
trailing robins-egg and periwinkle
to meet cobalt at a cloud-struck apex
that was humming modulated
tuned to the frequency of earthly blue
my car crept ant-like along
the yellow lined garter snake
road of heavy black satin ribbon
as it drifted from from its spool
parting the snowy corn-stubbled fields
like supplicant Moses arms raised 
staff in hand beneath a Venetian dome
of brilliant, crystalline blue spun glass...

Lucy Meskill