Peony

This peony is an empty house/ In which each of us recaptures night. —Jean Laroche

In the panting still of night,

a peony, trembling,

fragrant, blushing bright

against the dark matted vines

of memory,

in which lovers, tangled and throbbing,

ground their rapture

into so much favored dust

for peonies to dream upon.

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, performer, and playwright, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of four novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, and No Man’s Brooklyn; a collection of stories, Freeze Tag, two poetry collections, Arclight and Moonglow on Mercy Street; and a fable, The Jackdaw and the Doll, illustrated by Izumi Yokoyama. He also adapted classic fables, which were paired with the vintage illustrations of artist, Paul Bransom, for the collection: Once Upon a Time, Classic Fables Reimagined. His produced, full-length plays include: LOBSTERS ON ICE, ADAGIO FOR STRAYS, THE BEST MEDICINE, ZEITGEIST, U.S.A., and WEREWOLVES DON’T WALTZ.
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3 Responses to Peony

  1. yassy says:

    Awesome metaphors.

    Liked by 1 person

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