I am the Burt ember
Glowing in the darkness
An invitation to howl at the moon
The tangerine dream
Whose psychedelic undertone
Drips marmalade into existence
Pumpkins of fall
Abundant and round
Warming harvest tables
Shared stories to shelter
From winters onslaught
Arsenic oranges hue
The death temples
Of Egypt
Orpiment liming
Illuminated manuscripts
To ponder the word with pens
Dripping golden adornment
I am the orange of transformation
Whose robes find themselves
Behind begging bowls
Trusting humanity for substance
Saffron infused nourishment
Indulging in the treads--
Bounty from our mother
Weaving flavor into the tapestry
The color that protects men
In vests of visibility
Pichamin sweet and healing
Whose perfect flower is both
Male and female
Dioecy be damned
Colonizers made you Persimmon
The sun’s transmutation:
hoshigaki
I am the sacral zest
Intimate creativity
Bursting sticky juice
From the naval
Omphaloskepsis
About the Creator
Monera Mason
Monera is a creative mischief-maker, who is most happy in artistic fellowship. Work includes: starting questionable cults with notorious software gurus, writing immersive narrative for umbraphiles, adventuring with artistic hoteliers.
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