the walls are hung
with rich violet hues.
the queen of tulips
fills copper kettles:
green tea, freshly
brewed by an artist,
calms your senses.
the exquisite flowers,
mottled with scarlet
& purple blotches
lift your spirits
into a realm hand-
coloured by Modernism –
a country house
for healing,
some kind of no-man’s-land,
luscious, depending
on which blossoms
the bees have buzzed.
the yellowish air
filling the dark night
brings your fantasies alive –
the emblem of love,
a ghost bowed by sorrows,
enveloping you, helps
the ages co-exist.
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Source texts:
The Rings of Saturn by WG Sebald
scent descriptions on assorted boxes of Tulasi incense sticks
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This poem originally appeared in the first post of the Found Poetry Collaboration on ArtiPeeps.
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