Dandelion Prophecy
I hold a dandelion in my hand and remember
A crown of gold for the beauty of the day…
Laughing at the yellow chins of my friends
Asking the oracle to speak
As I dismember its beauty with my questions
He loves me!
Anticipation
The petal bleeds pollen-
He loves me not-
Thrown to the wind,
Cast away like a bad idea
He loves me!
It is cold mountain water
From a metal ladle
On a hot summer day
He loves me not-
And frostbite forms around my lungs
I can’t breathe under the weight of the anger.
He loves me!
I am cloaked in invincibility
Sovereign of the sea.
He loves me not-
I am the victim of a typhoon
Buried under the bilge of his words
He
I am embraced
loves me
Until the cold door slams and I am alone,
not-
The petal still bleeds.
© Christina Dammerman
