Pictures of Asphodel – David Bankson

I took your picture without asking,
But I never regretted it:
You wore your cloche and frock,
String of rose and knot,
And I pictured us
As white asphodels
Spreading from the lips of Chloris,
Full on ourselves and our hells.

Zephyrus knows about change
As I know about chance;
As he changed Chloris to Flora
I chanced flowers to stones.
As the day’s season falls
I picture it bursting through
Cement, splitting the ground,
Transforming from petal to paradise.

David BanksonDavid Bankson lives in Texas. He was finalist in the 2017 Concīs Pith of Prose and Poem, and his poetry and microfiction can be found in concis, (b)oink, Thank You for Swallowing, Artifact Nouveau, Riggwelter Press, Five 2 One Magazine, etc.