Lisa Pellegrini

We grazed in circles all day,
a chameleon’s search for
miniature discs saturated in

aurora borealis.
The night hissed but yielded
with empathetic groans—

guilt by espionage via crystals,
constellations, and cowards.
They lurk in dusk’s underbelly,

enfolded in grassy crepes
that hide my unnecessary truth.  
It changes shape and color

depending on the
time of day or night.
I catch it in my palm,

but its oily limbs escape
like an indignant frog
that dwells in parody.  

©2012 This work is the property of the author.

Posted on December 16, 2012, in Lisa Pellegrini, POETRY and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. The last of Lisa Pellegrini’s current submissions. I’m struck by her use of imagery and the ease with which one image flows to the next.

    Read her other fine work by clicking the link and following “Older Posts”:

  2. Unexpected twisted and turns in Lisa’s snapshot of unexpected graphic, dramatic, epigrammatic ongoing imagery.

  3. I’d love to be “saturated in aurora borealis”

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