ferris wheel

The Ferris Wheel – Poem by John C. Mannone

The last time I kissed you,
purple butterflies flew out
of my heart. They fluttered
under moonlight, circled
in surreal vertical loops
like a rainbow Ferris wheel.
The ground glowed where
we stood, then the violet
ones metamorphosed
into turquoise angels.

Night embraced us, we felt
the surge of electricity
and lifted above ground,
cacooned in light, joined
the angels dancing
with our hearts. We kissed
again, our lips changing
to hands, most beautiful
butterfly hands, swirling
higher into the heavens
with our prayers folded
in the powder palms
of our wings, our kisses
in our hearts, our souls
in God’s.

John C. Mannone

John C. Mannone has work in Blue Fifth Review, New England Journal of Medicine, Peacock Journal, Plough, Windhover, Gyroscope Review, Baltimore Review, Pedestal, Pirene's Fountain, Poetica Magazine and others. He’s the winner of the 2017 Jean Ritchie Fellowship in Appalachian literature and the recipient of two Weymouth writing residencies. He has three poetry collections: Apocalypse (Alban Lake Publishing), nominated for the 2017 Elgin Book Award; Disabled Monsters (The Linnet’s Wings Press) featured at the 2016 Southern Festival of Books; and Flux Lines (Celtic Cat Publishing). He’s been awarded two Joy Margrave Awards for Nonfiction and nominated for several Pushcart, Rhysling, and Best of the Net awards. He edits poetry for Abyss & Apex and other venues. He’s professor of physics near Knoxville, TN. http://jcmannone.wordpress.com

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