Curiouser and Curiouser

Owl’s Eye

Owl’s eye

Glanced once

Blinked twice

Then floated away

Grab hold!

‘fore it sails away

 A captive she will remain

Without a benign horse for her carriage

Screeching its trail

Barely brushing a roman-stoned road

 Just made out a speck of yellow

Whilst she falters and lags behind

To a hindering hover she comes

In space

In time

In shadows

 Where to now? Where to now?

 Could you? Would you?

Would you tell her, please,

Which way she ought to go

From here?

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 Nighttime Wreck

Mistdom falls upon the lake

but floats a silver braided lock

damp from pearly drops and beams

the moon had dove and shot.

They felt the air heavy – and lonesome and pressed

the heart till it twisted and drained;

all pride consumed by the greener grass

abandoned that indigo plain.

Contradict me now, go ahead, I dare you!

Promise me a monarch exists near

a fire masked by leaves and petals

but fluttering by when rises the fear.

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Outside Little Golden Windows

Beneath the half moon,

in the garden’s night,

black butterflies cross the sky

from under star to star

Little golden windows expand,

then snap shut.

I look up to the moon

in the bureau mirror,

a lamp of crystal,

a perfected work.

Reaching the lake,

white herons get up as angels.

Their shadows lengthen

across the blue

outside the little golden windows.

There is in these rituals

something apart from wonder.

These rituals, pure, angelic, natural,

never more than a step from paradise.

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