Black Locust Death

The black locust death
Of bittersweet gold
Bathing youth of memories
Burying harmony of endings
A reaping violet splendid to the nose
The perfume of her crowning womb
And enamored
Am I
By wicked roots 
Biting through frost ridden soil
Trellised by a slant of blush light
Her countenance:
Cello storm building
Violin flutter distancing
Her stature a symphony:
Blood printed piano keys
And songless birds
Who’s wind chime bones
Echo in flight

E.A. O'Connell

Black Locust

The black locust: a scent that owns each hour it blooms

Lush like velvet : delicate press of the lips : cool surface : warmth tucked within the thick

Perfume movement : a Van Gogh breeze : stars in dance of light

White blossoms that strike violet

I define as clarity : serenity : an answer to a question I have yet to ask

My head fills with the music of Forever

My tongue wakes the shape of X {sounding Xochitl}

E.A. O'Connell

Lady Lundi

Lady Lundi
Adorned in marigold freckled armor
Charred under lacings secreted beneath hinged casings
A rigor mortis fashion of limbs and barbed fascinators
Defying gravity : Opposing principles of night
Her eyes {milky death}
Further a fractured fresco
Deep to the dark of neighboring spinster life
Beds of sick and lips dehydrated quiet

Father Mantis
Burnished summer stems praying pardon
Under sleek flames of sun steel
Magnifying the rash of cicadian mating distortion
Siren of bow and strings impaling corvus shadows
Sloughing doppelgänger precipitate: clove fragrant and syrup thick  
In shroud the ultraviolet voice of homily
Amassing ladybirds devouring hysteria

Early Tuesday indigo hours
Atop a crucifix betwixt an equinox
Shrill is the architecture
Blood spilled in the moonlight

E.A. O'Connell