Kneeling in church, as he whooshes by in his blood red brocade she breathes cinnamon and flounders between heaven and earth. He glances her beatific form in passing. For him it is her ginger locks, rolling down her slender back against the vanilla cream gown. Unholy unions will be revealed and punished. They have a summer.
white skin reddens as
tinder crackles blue-orange,
licking sinful flesh;
prominent on the altar
the damned, joined eternally
Top image: Picture credit: Britta Benson. This photograph was taken inside St. Cecilia’s Church (built in 1739), Heusenstamm, Germany.
Merril is today’s host of dVerse’ Poetics. Merril says:
Write a poem (in any form) in response to the challenge: to pick three or more words from the spice list above to use in your poem. I chose cinnamon, ginger, and vanilla.
Colleen is the host of Word Craft Poetry’s Tanka Tuesday. Colleen says:
Britta Benson selected the image this week. It’s an interesting photo. Remember, we can see what’s in the image, so write your poem using the image as an inspiration. Don’t just describe what you see in the photo.