Saturday, 13 September 2014

THAT VELVET MIDNIGHT by Bob Paris © 9.12.2014

This midnight realm above
Like scattered diamonds
Tossed by a reckless goddess
Over a departing shoulder
Burnt by late summer sun
To fall hither skither
On that rumpled bedspread
Of black
Velvet
That we call this night sky
 
 
Around these alien parts
Forever separated
Forever together
Where Apollo fleets
And Diana quivers
Down to the underworld of Pluto
And away to the far reaches of Aries
Of always and beyond
Under the stern and squinted gaze
Of
Remind me
Again
I forgot which day this is
It happens
 

 
Which era
Which lamb are we to slaughter
What alms shall be offered
In deference to pregnant thunder
To threat of everlasting retribution

Avert the flame alighted
This ripened fruit that bursts upon
An exacted altar
What song doth please
The ever shifting realm
Which passage true
Which false

No matter
For above me spreads a diamond scattered
Rumpled cloth
Black velvet yet a moment
Then peach and violet at each edge
Then spectral
 
And my heart beats on
As does yours my darling
As does yours 

THAT VELVET MIDNIGHT by Bob Paris © 9.12.2014 all rights reserved