Dream Language
Midnight in the garden, whispering with the fairies –
Flower Moon blossoms over the horizon.
Ferns unscroll, tasting the misty air,
while buttercups and bluebells nuzzle damp soil.
Leaf and stem greening the glades,
silvery light leaps off the river –
singing, singing – melodies stroking
across stone, unfurling the night.
Orion Holds Our Fate
Sun in Gemini, moon in Capricorn,
mountains collide with wind
that rushes over the prairies
and stutters across the seas.
Learning to live together is like flame
kissing wood, rain beading ferns.
Grackles startle the sky, dark clouds
of wings dusting the dimming blue.
A fox watches from the treeline,
barks as twilight cracks the horizon.
June, December. Two halves break
a whole, make a hole where the mystery
of one was kept. Triangulum
may long to spiral Polaris,
but cold and hot do not often mix.
We should have known we were luckless
from the start: your earth, my air.
Like a stag and a wren
becoming friends. (Impossible.)
KB Ballentine loves to travel and practice sword fighting and Irish step dancing: those Scottish and Irish roots run deep! When not tucked in a corner reading or writing, she makes daily classroom appearances to her students. Learn more at www.kbballentine.com.
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