Poetry for a day on Terres de femmes, by Angèle Paoli

An extract from Cécile A. Holdban 's book, All these things that make the night crack , published on the Terres de femmes website and proposed by Angèle Paoli :

VI

         

Twilight oranges

Travel, hands on the bark, in the wake
wavelets, sleeping vessels, on
a silent sea of ​​fruit. Evening falls,
sphere is an enigma locked in its brilliance.
We don't uncover the mysteries. Flesh
wraps himself in his dream. The scent of every form
is unique. It's the language of angels, happiness
solar, whose darkness wants to numb the call.
Orange curves, galaxies, among which
we spell light, an unalterable gold.

                             

152

A little witch
in magic
of the immovable

153

             My copper bracelet
suddenly transformed
in orvet

154

On the stones
time ricochets
without measure

               

155

Take what comes
leave the rest to the wind
live like a tree

156

My face
in the bark of the ash tree
inner smile

157

The cry of the jay
so close
that I hear the blue

Link to the article on the Terres de femmes website :
Cécile A. Holdban | All these things that make the night crack - Terres de femmes (blogs.com)

Link to order the book:
Cécile A. Holdban, All those things that make the night crack – Éditions Exopotamie