Seduction of Spring: The evolution of a song
by Chloe Tietjen
A poet friend of mine Liz Parker invited me to take part in a collaborative poetry experiment. She passed on a line written by another friend, and I was to write a poem including that line.
“She’s March’s lover but April’s martyr..”
I wrote a poem…
She’s March’s lover, but April’s martyr
a saint of Spring’s notorious folly
I watch her writhe
in the seductions of pollen,
drunk, petals ripped open
well acquainted with her own extremes,
and as she screams
I am the ground
I feel wet, cold and brown.
…
Our worship has possessed her
a tropical obsession
bends her limber petals.
I want to sting her into ecstasy,
love her into silence
so I can pray for her in peace
then transformed it into a song…
Seduction of Spring
We’re saints of Spring’s notorious folly
writhing in wafts of pollen
more fallen than Fall, with petals ripped open
for the littlest fingers to crawl in
We’re virile violets with stamen inflamed
flirting through fluttering butterflies
We worship the sun, revere the rain
and we dream by the light of the fireflies
(Chorus) Hear our song of honey love
be converted by the bees
feel yourself enlightened by
our grandfather the trees
let yourself free, let yourself breathe
hear yourself sing
the seduction of spring
We spiral dance with our sisters the vines
we’re the fruit that follows the flower
drunk even before we turn into wine
in every drop there is power
In indigo showers we are the ground
feeling wet warm and brown
Perpetual towers, spring up from the mist
we are the blithe and we are the bliss
(bridge) kissing every, kissing every
kissing every drip drop
kissing every, kissing every
kissing every drip drop
(repeat chorus)
