Orange Marmalade Girl

She was one day

An orange marmalade girl

wrapped in the shanty dense desirous

bog dog moguls.

Only the silent movement

Of the ocean breeze

Shorn, devils ditched cliff

Fill her ominous glee.

She Venn Diagram

Looking above

the transient path

Shorn of ice and clover.

She follows the weight of the clouds

whipping winds,

frail fright stirs

within the warmth

Of the shallow ferns

beneath her feet.

Only the frail laugh

of her ribbon tatters

quicks the mind

Of the girl on this stone

blue mountain.

She wanders whisper vent

In all tumultuous rain falling

And down she falls into

The wild glee of a girl

Gone Banshee!

Bog filled thoughts tremble wrath

Of an auburn haired God

Fright taken stayed in the awnings

Of her eyes and the drenched blond

of youth tattered under her fingertips.

Rival in art the torn leg of her boot

Raveled at the seams

Of the bending clock in the sky.

She within loves the ominous

ever-reaching thoughts

subscriptions

of her sense

Design, depth shatter the girl fallen.

Quiet the raindrops

Drip the icy way

winds free

unsure

camel dressed orchards muse the girl felled.

On a quench of taste

for the luminous frames

on the contour of a camera,

Only noon tides sing

the vain glory of her ancient dawn

kept sorrow in the rhythm

of the sea.

Sorrow reels in morning bliss

echos the thoughts of the night

before the girl realizes

opulent thoughts feign armies

to a succinct smile

And wrap dapple fantasy’s

In a mountain.