Narcissus
Randi Neville
Spring is when
the air smells
of narcissus,
and you wonder
if the Earth
gazes upon itself.
Does she drown
in her own pools?
Falling deep
into cenotes
full of mystical promises
of a world beyond this one.
Does she know
the depths
of her glory?
Her canyons carved
of rivers’ force,
her redwood towers
of ancient times,
her mountains,
stealing breaths,
aloft aloft aloft
in the atmosphere?
Or is she blissfully ignorant?
Life spinning forth,
unknowing herself.
Unaware of the life
she’s given:
the promises of rainbows,
the quench of dew,
the striking scent of petrichor,
all aldehydes, spiky in the nose.
Can she hear
the echoes of life
abundant in her?
Can she hear when
we sing her praises?
When the smell of narcissus,
verdurous but soft,
tickles the air,
maybe then,
she knows.
Published in Issue No. 10, Manus Aeternum, July 1st, 2025.
Randi Neville (she/they) is a disabled queer writer originally from Conroe, Texas. They are currently working on their first novel and continuing their poetic journey. Their interests include watching pro-wrestling, watercolor painting, and being the world's best aunt. They are previously published in Coffee People Zine, Every Body Magazine, Haunted Portal Magazine, The Ana, and forthcoming in The Listening Eye. They currently reside in Houston, Texas with their family. Find them on socials: @RandiTheAuthor.
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