Let the martlet leave this yard
from elder shadow fiercely wheeling
Let the apples rot beside the cellar door
tart-meal, chestnut ooze and potent fizz
Let the sky begin its darkest pageant
stratus at midday, ripped-silk beryllium
Let the linden leaves cover the welcome mat
frayed pillow of jaundiced hearts
Let all the ghosts this house has known
roam like steam from eaves unseen
voices unbound stutter, hiss:
there is no darker blue than this
7 comments:
My God, that's gorgeous. Thank you.
PG
Such potent strokes building up to a darkly beautiful portrait of the month. And thanks for the introduction to this form.
Yes, this is so beautiful, Megan! Dark and haunting.
"ripped-silk beryllium"
to name one of my favourites.
Also, I enjoyed the last issue of Meadowland!
Appropriately jeweled language. Let be be finale of seem. Bravo!
This is really good!
its one you can feel in your bones
Thank you all. I do appreciate your comments.
I agree with Francis,
beautiful use of imagery of a dark month!
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