Eglise D'Auvers, by Mark B. Hamilton

The Church at Auvers, by Vincent Van Gogh (Netherlands) 1890

Eglise D'Auvers

In the wind, tongues
are grassy with earth,
words bounce back,
feet stumble
over colour like dwarves
descended from steeples;
 
a Ferris wheel
flows madly in the sun
swinging us
back to shade, your feet
my following, all
my purple
fragile tragedies;
 
the path
rushes out before us,
an oven
of warm planted bulbs
flowing stone, 
cowslips
tugging at our feet;
 
your lips
are close to the eaves
of that church, my breath
the flowers:
purple and golden
wings of our absolute.

Mark B. Hamilton

Mark B. Hamilton considers himself a neo-structuralist, working in forms to transform content. 
Previous poetry includes an award winning chapbook, Earth Songs, a second chapbook, 100 Miles of Heat, and the poetry volume, Confronting the Basilisk. www.MarkBHamilton.WordPress.com 

Recent work is from Oxford Poetry, UK,  Weber—The Contemporary West, North Dakota Quarterly, Chrysanthemum, Urthona Magazine, Stand Magazine, and Duc Le: Bi-lingual Poetry Journal (US/Vietnam), along with a forthcoming poetry volume, OYO, The Beautiful River—an environmental narrative, to be published by Shanti Arts, 2020.