Prism

In response to D.H. Lawrence’s “Bavarian Gentians”:

Prism

So distracting

there’s rainbows everywhere

I am in my own palace

crystal floors reflect rainbows onto the crystal chandeliers

Mahogany furniture in a grand, golden hall

everything reflects color onto everything else

my eyes never focus

thousands of colors

blushing reds, sinful crimsons, fabulous fuscias, opulent oranges

yellows that blind me – make me squint

what thoughts those greens inspire!

sexy purples, calming lavenders, blues that bring serenity, peace

A chandelier with candles is the only light

besides the windows

windows of cut let crystal

windows viewing a kingdom unlike any on earth

A banister that is cool to the touch

stairs held up only by rainbows

a floor at the landing made of pure platinum

a bedroom with a glass bed

curtains of sheer, diamond – inlaid netting

blood colored, satin sheets

pure goose down mattress

a sea of pillows

I could suffocate in this bed

A crystal fire place burning logs of scented flowers

overstuffed, golden armchairs with fluffy pillows

like the ones I hug while slumbering at home –

Home?

My dirty, glass windows come into focus

windows that view my neighbors yellow curtains

I see my mahogany furniture

my satin and goose down bed

my sheer mosquito net

my sea of pillows

my scented flowers on my windowsill

            My Prism.