The Flowerchild and The Lion Heart
A Poem - J. Oommen (2012)
On the breath of the dusk She bore Her,
Amongst the cornflower blooms;
Iris of an ivy and bluebell, complexion of the white rose.
Her fragrance soft, not fragile, as boldness did exude
The Sun adorned; she was all an amber glow of beauty and flaws,
Which were pardoned in time like feathers on a zephyr.
Ruling flora – tending to fauna,
She grew into the splendour of Her Makers desires.
Not far from where the wild was, she reflected Him.
His Majesty and Peace as far as the eye saw green.
But on the shores viridescence, the skeleton of ancient Earth surfaces:
First knuckles, then scapula and crowed with milk mountain skulls.
The boisterous silence of the Owl and the Elephant saw him inhale,
They watched him gain prowess through cubhood and a Makers moulding.
Strides lengthen, light-shafts too
On sun-setting savannah and rock dry dawns,
The rumble grew in the deep…
But now, mane shaken, anxious insecurity flees in a bold uproar,
The Lion Heart emerges in his Fathers old leather boots.
Witness the encounter of these nomads.
“Like a lily among the thorns,
So is my darling among the maidens”
“Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest,
So is my beloved among the young men”.
Like masterpieces on misted windows,
Visible in breath, fashioned by fingers.
Love; Eternity in every moment,
To each Heart, their conqueror is given,
His misty ways - obscure yet not hidden…
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