Bays Are Quaintly Curved... Poem by Cheryl Renaud

bays are quaintly curved by slender light
crows come like huge black shears

so suddenly, truth flinched under eyelids
branches reach out to dishevel your hair
planting chapels along some one’s flat crown

I like when you lift your teacup
with your pinky raising its rosy flag
mauve forced into your cheeks
as tea intimated your lips

it was then
that I claimed you,
emerald fire

dyed you in sepia
a muted silhouette dissolving in vintage wine