A poem from a few years ago, with the Swamp Lantern, as is it called in the British Isles. Here it is the less lyrical Skunk Cabbage. DAMP FOREST EROTICISM
April night wears air in sensuous saturated blankets of Swamp Lantern pheromones; bubbles with tree-frog choruses cheering “This is all there is and it’s miraculous!” Me listening, hair twining, jaw loose, scarcely blinking, hearing the wisdom of epochs in this night living its own oracular wet dreams.
A poem from a few years ago, with the Swamp Lantern, as is it called in the British Isles. Here it is the less lyrical Skunk Cabbage.
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April night wears air
in sensuous saturated blankets
of Swamp Lantern pheromones;
bubbles with
tree-frog choruses cheering
“This is all there is
and it’s miraculous!”
Me listening,
hair twining,
jaw loose,
scarcely blinking,
hearing the wisdom of epochs
in this night living
its own oracular
wet dreams.
J. Pratt-Walter
4/15/2010