Seraph-Dream-glossamer in lavender
To my muse in lemon balm
did you saddle up the rest of the light inside the front of your old house, your concerto residing here
In our last exhumed conference of
Tattered longing,
Digging through a bunch of things,
A history of tattered old ties
With a grip too tight by a wife too strict
With flour on her hands from making biscuits from earlier,
Or a noose
With a lavender hold
A flower tied up like a necklace
Or a new set of stars
That got caught up in
In your heart locks,
Swinging like that old dusty swing outside
Your aunt’s lawn
Far away from the pool
Where you almost drowned.
Or an angelic voice
From what feels like heaven
Coming from your sound clouds
In a phone
Or a new message
Seraph-Dream-glossamer in lavender
You got me tangled up with reeds surrounding
A custom made stream
Built by God,
Laid down by your safe whispers
That feel like a perfectly roasted marshmallow
Toasted
Mellow
Stars in my mouth, lemonburst, jellybeans
And truffle oil
You mean everything
In my eyes,
Seraph-Dream-glossamer in lavender,
I hope one day
We can make our own kinda music
And it’ll taste like champagne
Chamomile,
Lavender,
Lemon,
A balm Of you & me.
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos,
I am Bexley by Resurgence Novels
The Half Paper Moon on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella The Job and Atonement will be published this year by JMS Books
Comments (4)
Wonderfully written ❤️‼️
A prayer for a sweet repast to last forever.
WOW, this is an experience! The music really elevates the incredible prose! 'Seraph-Dream-glossamer in lavender' - one of my favorites, EVER!
I enjoyed this poetry. 🥰🎉