June for beginners

Painting by Steve de La Mare

A wild solitude opens the door

and sits on my sofa, inviting

thunderstorms to warm their

cold shoulders and wet words.

Clouds cry on the windowsill

and the curtains are eternally closed

for darkness has no time to leave.

Coats marry scarves as the evening

cools and carries lovely umbrellas

across the ex-streets of autumn.

I expect nothing in June but

a good nap as Mrs Persephone

aka Proserpine lies next to her man

with devotion and some care.

Hades kidnapped her again

and the hardness of the rain

put me to bed early.

I must remember the myth

and the (in)decent drama

and happiness of being alone in June:

one of the most romantic months

for us.

What is June but a still life painting

where I am the hidden seed

of a passion fruit?

What is June for an inexperienced poet

like me whose hands still tremble before

the mysterious solstices?

Karla Bardanza

In Brazil, winter begins on June 21st. We also celebrate Valentine's Day in this month too.

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2012