Flora’s Faces

1. Grande Dame

Puffed peony,
your head droops
with night’s dew.

Your pink musk
crushed
and overblown,

fades loosely
into the dusk
of memory's balm.

2. Lily

Slender neck
stretches up through
muddy marsh

to open and float
face up
beneath the sun,

while deep below
tender toes
still grip the mire.

Rooted in slime
she flowers,
head held above

the water-line.

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Shedding the mid-life moon

Milkweed-birthed,
we crawl, learn
just enough;
then curl up, wooled
to ward off the chill
of transformation

Like pupae
twigged to tree,
we await heat to
seep through chrysalis;
coalesce dreams,
morph wings.

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Remembering Eden

With each moon-tide
ebb and swell, broken
bits of shell
rustle rain-stick songs.

A slice of smile
contains her mirth,
as the night surfs
against her shores.

Her secret, pearled
in salty broth,
spills into
the sibilance of night;

she remembers
the snake and her eyes -
Oh, they shine,
like abalone,

like Mother-of-pearl.

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Carole MacRury has been writing poetry forÊabout 4 years. She lives in the Northwest, State of Washington, and loves to write poems that reflect both nature and our place within it. Mary Oliver is one of her favorite poets at the moment.ÊThree of her poems have been published in Dragonfly Review, and she's had a small reading on a local TV broadcast. She is a regular participant in the Blueline forum.