About Red Tales

Here's an evolving electronic collection of short prose pieces, with a poem contributed occasionally. Brevity guides. Although sometimes a piece will run to 900 words, most pieces are much shorter. Here one may find erotica, flash fiction, brief observations, and modest improvisations. Another rule is that each piece must have something to do with"red"; at least the word has to appear in each piece functionally. . . . All pieces are numbered and titled, so there's a de facto table of contents running down the rail below, under "Labels" (scroll down a bit). Browse for titles that look interesting, if you like. Thank you for stopping by. Look for some red today, tonight.

"Flaming June," by Frederick Lord Leighton

"Flaming June," by Frederick Lord Leighton

Friday, February 1, 2013

216. The Season of Mercy

It is the month of desire.
I wake up and find you
and hold one of those unoriginal thoughts
lovers are bound to hold:
we could be any two living here at any time.
Look at the red morning clouds
and the blue coastal hills that absorb
the salt of those acquisitive waves.

We yearn for the whole love;
we wait for it to spring to life
like the blessed perfect leaf of a beautiful plant.
Do we seek our souls through love,
the perfect shape of us that lives
in these rough shapes?
And thereby do we implicitly prove the Soul
through dissatisfaction
and love's displacements?
Proof of the world fills the morning glass:
window, mirror, bowl, and spectacle.
Proof of our dying, well, it comes and goes:
each breath, each push
of blood from heart to palm.

This holding at dawn
wants more than versions of the world
            in the morning glass.
It seems to want a twenty-fifth hour,
an eighth day, one further season:
the season of mercy
            when orange groves fill our every window
and love for the first time
holds us as we have held each other.

Hans Ostrom 2013

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