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In the eerie phosphorous
green light that needles down
in the middle of the dream
she sleeps with mouth wide open
as if to gasp or cry out
a black sun is rocked
In this river of stars and exile
longing rage apartness sorrow
love and hate light streams
through space tearing open a mouth
green light that needles down
in the middle of the dream
she sleeps with mouth wide open
as if to gasp or cry out
a black sun is rocked
In this river of stars and exile
longing rage apartness sorrow
love and hate light streams
through space tearing open a mouth
Diffraction pattern in a spiderweb: photo by Mila Zinkova, 2007
Optical effects of light diffraction on spiderwebs (details): photos by Dietrich Zawischa, from What are the origins of colour?
4 comments:
Ethereal. Made up of the materials dreams are made of. I just loved it.
The phosphorescence of your weedy distichs leaves a ghostimage palely loitering in my mind's eye: a serpentine river or riverine serpent--a phosphorescent eel slithering amid the coldly glowing, piscine words your poetry has spawned in the aquarium of my skull.
David,
I was born under the sign of Pisces. As to the aquarium of your skull (I think of Keats's curiously cerebro-weedy line, "The working trellis of a living brain"), I can't think of anywhere I'd rather my poetry spawned.
Lucy,
Many thanks. Air, light and water. The unstable materials dreams and life are made of.
Brilliant! with the teeth of dreams.
L.
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