
Painting of Shangri-La (somewhere near Gangkhar Puensum) by Anna Montgomery
Orchids imbued with angelic authority
shiver a quantum flux thunder-clap
manifesting the Himalayan goddess
she unfurls, an unbounded poetry,
untamable dragon eyes spark
spiral galaxies of linguistic delight
She sighs her secrets
dancing melodies along a liminal threshold
azure moon-glow midnights of another dimension
This is a Quadrille for a wonderful prompt at dVerse that requires the word dragon and only 44 words total. This poem is a melded and greatly truncated version of two previous poems: Lexical Shangri-La: Here be dragons and Lexical Shangri-La: Prosody of Blue Poppies.
Orchids do look like dragons! I love the phrase ‘shiver a quantum flux thunder-clap’ and those ‘spiral galaxies of linguistic delight’. The colours in the painting are beautiful.
Thank you for your visit and lovely comment!
I love that image of the goddess unfurling, like a flower herself. Great imagery here.
Thank you for your kind words! It was fun to revisit old work and come up with something new.
A feast of words, a brilliant alpine meadow romp!
Thank you, I think the concentrated rewrite from two old poems refreshed it and made it tastier. 🙂
The taste is everything 🙂
Reading, or even creating, poetry is like finding a secret. Elusive as dragons are, they make a perfect metaphor.
Thank you for your visit. Yes, it’s elusiveness makes us intrigued as we search for that spark of creation.
Goodness, this is gorgeous.
THIS:
“she unfurls, an unbounded poetry,
untamable dragon”
I am left a bit breathless by that line alone. So good.
Breathless after poetry is a blissful state! Thank you for your kind encouragement!
I love this… somehow the poet an orchid and dragon… so much to unfurl and so many layers… (and the quantum flux thunder-clap is great)
The languorous revelation of mystery (blooming) keeps me curious and the uncertainty of the quantum flux (that almost imperceptible shiver) keeps me awake to what’s possible. I love how if you go far enough down any path you are confronted with the unknown and potentially unknowable. This can be a source of joy whether it’s poetry or quantum physics, mythology or mathematics.
The language in this is so vivid,Anna. ‘Spiral galaxies of linguistic delight’. Wow!
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