Yard Sale of Thoughts

Easter feast in a foreign land.
The lotus chandelier hangs brightly from the ceiling.

Dragonflies draw too close and die,
only to be reborn again.

The wooden mask beneath the table
serves as a statue guardian
for the upcoming ceremony.

Tonight, we dine on more than leg of lamb;
we swallow the egg whole,
bathe in a light upspringing 
as we sample our new-found intuition. 

Wash it down with wine most red
surrounded by blue hyacinth and 
walls of foreign text,

we study like hieroglyphics.

Midst the aphrodisiacal smell of Jasmine,
we try flavors never imagined,

endure the crucifixion of our convictions,

and listen to the riverbed,
a lulling sound machine that
flows ever heavier towards fruition.

In this time of fertility,
we toast her:
goddess of the year's dawning, 
Eoster.

©2025|K.F.Hartless

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GloPoWriMo#20  Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem themed around friendship, with imagery or other ideas taken from a painting by Carrington, and a painting by Varo. I found too much inspiration from Carrington to attempt a crossover this Passover.