LISA MORRIS

LISA MORRIS

THE BOTTLE

I followed him far out on snowy plains

to seek from him his bottle made of skins

which bore an herbèd wine, so crimson-stained

that cheeks grew red, and never paled again.

I wanted more; the musk of his strong need

and all the sun he'd breathed into his chest.

I told him low, I'd walk, and weep and bleed

if only he would make me wife, and blessed.

He stopped, and listened deeply to my ache.

His eyes were full of tears, this icy man;

the bottle he proffered, but not his lips.

I watched him tremble there. I thought I'd break.

I felt the cold of all that arctic land,

then drank down pain in priceless, shining sips.

FALL TO WINTER

He finds her sleeping in the ballroom,

weary after many nights of dancing

and as He speaks her name,

she wakes laughing.

Bounding up,

she shows the perfect fit

of the gown He’d ordered

for the autumn dances.

She spins like a child,

still fascinated with the way the worn gown

flares around her legs in rich shades

of crimson, brown and gold.

He smiles, and the light of a thousand stars

fills the ballroom.

While she still stands dazzled,

He settles a golden box in her arms.

Joyfully, she throws it open

to find inside

a new gown of glittering white…

a soft gown

a sleeping gown.

“How beautiful!” she whispers,

“Can it really be for me?”

His laugh rings out

like a hundred golden bells in harmony,

as He tenderly helps her slip the worn season

from her shoulders

and slip into the shimmering white.

Before her new gown is entirely fastened,

she is asleep against His chest.

With merry eyes

He sweeps her up,

and carries her to bed.

I DO NOT KNOCK

I do not knock upon the door

where we have found such troubled days

and all our hours moan and roar

I do not knock

I do not knock and this is wise

to bury all the past away

and leave behind my wishful sighs

I do not knock.

I do not knock though time moves fast

and soon we two will part in fact;

you told me things could never last...

I do not knock.

LISA MORRIS is a freeverse and formalist poet, nature explorer, artist and traveler.Formerly an agent for authors, she is now author of two books, "Your Love is Inconvenient and Sublime" available on Kindle,and "The Sorcerer and Other Poems" available through Rainfall Books.