dusk axle
Helios wakes the sky with his blazing gauntlet.
Sunlight splits through the albino clouds
And the ethereal city sparkles and glitters,
Like cosmic reflections of prismatic stars.
In the white chapel —
I walk towards the altar to seize my veil,
Unwinding Gaia’s blessings
On my canvas, to truly embody
The vineyards of Dionysus —
Unveiling the richness of scarlets
With acrostics.
Gaia sprouted gracefully from the pasture
And burrowed to the altar.
He said, “Oh, dear poet, I admire your green heart!
Always tilt your soil with righteous verbs,
Become a stalwart beanstalk
And yield an evergreen paradise
With your powerful verses!”
Then I said, “Yes, Gaia, thank you for these seeds
You planted across the world; I give you glory
For the fables you inscribed on these stones!”
He handed me the natural quill, which endows
The insights to every living thing,
Making my adjectives blossom like a rainbow field
As if Chloris had assisted me
With these majestic stanzas like orchards.
Always ripe and sweet to the tongue,
Making my heart thump
To the luscious plums —
As they drip their saccharine juices on my canvas,
Creating a splendid painting
Of Jacarandas.
Intoxicating me with nostalgia and euphoria.
The veil unravels my poetic emeralds
That were once rusty and daunting, but my quill —
Has now transcended and glossed them marvelously.
Then Gaia says, “Let this veil redeem your artistry
So you can walk on the gilded path of enlightenment”
Then I said, “It has been a pleasure meeting you, Gaia!
We shall converse next time!”
Gaia replies, “Forgive Medusa for her malicious serpents,
Don’t let her entice you with her snaky hair ever again,
And you’re always welcome, young poet, and don’t forget
To salute Helios and Selene for me,
ruby river
nimble flare
drifting dome
onyx breach
digital basalt
static marten
lusty ocean
thin crane
twilit condor