A man weeps at your ankles,
climbs the stairs to peek-a-boo
panties, with finger clasps,
a Rapunzel lowering your hair,
the long-matted braids
a skilful weaver turns to gold.
An ivy forest in
a castle impregnated with doors,
the prince overhears the code
"let down your hair" and,
with perilous grasp,
mounts the stirrup wall,
foot to clasp,
searching cloud grey &
storm blasts for billowy mists
green within this empress queen.
Walking plasticine ledge
in the shower with a mermaid
soaping her perfumed treasure trove,
at an intersection within that woman,
her tulip trees explode -
faeryland syrupy,
tasting of apricot and sugar cane;
a swallow parting indigo sky.
Lolita Gardens
Paul Cameron Brown
(1)
Poem topics: cloud, green, sky, woman, long, wall, finger, storm, sugar, treasure, queen, gold, castle, walking, hair, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about Lolita Gardens poem by Paul Cameron Brown
Best Poems of Paul Cameron Brown