Thursday, June 18, 2026

New Child In Her Heart

New Child In Her Heart
© Surazeus
2026 06 18

Small round white pebbles, smoothed by endless flow 
of moon-white water, rippling silver light 
of wordless fear at some dark shadow near 
that looms featureless, reflect her gaunt face, 
hardened into strange mask of someone else 
at sudden flash of mindless ecstasy. 

Exhausted from aggressive fantasy 
to gather berries and eggs in dark woods, 
Stella reposes far from Astrophel 
under dark sycamore on the lush hill, 
and stares at cottages on pastoral farms 
wreathed in smoke from cooking fires at twilight. 

Green apples, still unripe in late spring heat, 
promise weird sweetness of electric juice 
to homeless wanderers on signless roads 
who pause to ponder beauty of farm fields 
bordered by wild hedge-rows of stoic faith, 
while searching for pure essence of the mind. 

Awake in pure mind of her hungry hope, 
yet numbed by ennui of afternoon breeze, 
sly Stella searches tangled woods of fate 
for gift with aspect more sublime than faith 
that weighs boundless burden of mystery 
on fragile raft of her wave-battered heart. 

Deciding to cherish her serene mood 
with breath that powers our corporeal frame, 
Stella hums in harmony with stream waves 
that morph in shapes of monsters with small eyes 
which vanish when she laughs with calm delight 
at beautiful absurdity we share. 

Since Moon shines still on her solitary walk, 
where misty mountain-winds teach her to live 
free from anxious ambition to gain wealth, 
Stella begins to worship florid Nature 
that molds our bodies from river-shore mud 
with indifferent passion to feel, yet know. 

Though genial spirits of our hungry flesh 
decay to blind dust in relentless change 
of harsh necessity to live, she designs 
new language from cries of storm-twisted ghosts, 
which Stella translates from pebbles of shock 
at swelling of the new child in her heart. 

Weird glow of nature, inherent in forms 
that her eyes perceive as colorful swirls, 
informs her mind with quietness of life 
that blooms from shocking vision of soul birth 
with insight at how seeds of ecstasy 
build dwelling place from memory of love. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus finds pregnant Stella sleeping under the sycamore tree, so he settles down and keeps watch to guard her precious soul from harm of the indifferent world.

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