To Thrum a Glassy Stem

To Thrum a Glassy Stem
On fragmenting taffeta mirrors
Manacled to an earthen house
Over two bending knees an iron chain
Beetle, bone and stone
Pine for a love unknown
Though winged soporific dreams
Lay sprawled, waiting expansive

This my promise Blue
The thought and its mandrel motion
This my promise scarlet
The blush of a ripened Fruit

Lay long in sanguine laughter
A bed the soft of heather
Stashed in the branches breach
Words to thin cracked leaves
Like the folds of an angels wing
Or the crack in a devils smile
Poetry for kin and fey
Or the unsuspecting seeker

This my promise green
The lilt in a voice that's laughing
This my promise gold
To sup with empty cup

The pearl that contains all pearls
The piece that evinces the puzzle
On pealing taffeta mirrors
To thrum a glassy stem