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.

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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, novelist, poet, performer, playwright and filmmaker, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of six novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, No Man’s Brooklyn, The Last Furies, and No One Dreams in Color; 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 plays have been staged and performed both nationally and internationally.
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3 Responses to Peony

  1. yassie's avatar yassy says:

    Awesome metaphors.

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