Matisse stands with the weaving perianth
embroidered robin of the orange leaf
calycle wing of colour-canticles –
bring Venus-algae from dark places
to leave the waiting antiphons
combing the air with brushes of light
in dreams of bread and wine
haunted by the Date Palm’s perfect line
the willow-tulip bows its head
leaving its reflection there.
In fuchsia-embers of fugues we breathe.
Matisse stands,
an embroidered lemon-chalice.
Split grains
in mandarin light
the rosé-blossom tide
sings of spring anemones.
The lavender-cantor of hidden ambergris
casts a spell
as the hespera soil receives
its clementine glass of silence.
The lemon-clef dawn
in seraphs of pollen
the cherub-water ripple
of leaves, calm in the broken hourglass.