April’s fools

Cloud erasing mountain

April is bellicose.
Like an abusive lover he runs hot and cold
Each endearment paid in spades
Two days of bare feet and cotton erased by cold clouds
Sweeping away the mountain
Hemming in my world
Framing a cage of opaque walls
Amid protesting cries of birds
And weeping pepper trees


April doused the flaming camellia
Who flounted her bounty for a promise of warmth
and the brush of butterflies’ wings

April is fool’s gold
Lies, nothing but lies wrapped in orange blossoms
Or hung on wisteria falls swaying in the breeze.

April is the piper
Coming to collect his fee
With cold fingers and a blank soulless stare
He is the price for every touch
Every kiss of ephemeral heat
March has left on my skin.


About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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12 Responses to April’s fools

  1. Ouah!
    Quelle puissance, quelle amertume!
    Mai va arriver tout de suite, cherie.


    • emmylgant says:

      Je suis ecoeuree! Il a fait si beau et aujourd’hui c’est tout efface et j’ai du remettre mes chaussettes! On n’est pas en Ecosse ici, il n’y a pas d’excuses… Je me calme. Tu as raison Mai va arriver.


  2. dcardiff says:

    Thanks for liking my poem Woodland Spirit. I love the imagery you created in April’s Fools.
    I’m Following your blog, so I’ll be back.



  3. john zande says:

    Don’t be so harsh on April. He’s a young man. He knows not what he does.


  4. PapaBear says:

    Let ‘im have it, Em! April’s no friend of mine either. Young man, my ….!
    Faker and a troublemaker. An half an inch of snow mid-week and frost yesterday morning…, more rain and no sun today either! OK, I had my rant and now I can get back to nice. X


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