Symbiosis in a Venetian Room – Lana Bella

Plum feather,
in her carmine hair
a fluttering, an arching,
this tenuous vector of thread
makes even the thin surrender
of heartache seems grand,

she could always tell
when the momentary shifts inward
that move her to sigh those jaded sounds,
as the outward footsteps
of the old-world opulence
traipse along with long, lanky arms
of this Venetian room,

silk damask
drapes deep shadows into
the elegant pause where
she’s resting her train of words,
with pale breaths take stock of the
brooding mouth,
she expels them towards the mirrored ceiling
in a scattered shot of violets,

the symmetry of such tendrils spirals
to no certain end,
she imagines she is a boat
drifting out to sea,
beset with sprays and sky
and the untried horizon,
yet, something transparent, wispy,
almost implacably so that
fetters her to this stagnant symbiosis:
of waiting to be felt,
and waiting to be filled.

Lana BellaA Pushcart nominee, Lana Bella is an author of two chapbooks, Under My Dark (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2016) and Adagio (Finishing Line Press, forthcoming), has had poetry and fiction featured with over 250 journals, Antithesis Journal, California Quarterly, Chiron Review, Columbia Journal, Poetry Salzburg Review, San Pedro River Review, The Hamilton Stone Review, The Writing Disorder, Third Wednesday, and elsewhere. She resides in the US and in Nha Trang, Vietnam, where she is a mom of two far-too-clever-frolicsome imps.