The Naked Troubadour

Jupiter in Scorpio [poem]

Posted on Oct 10, 2017 Updated on Oct 10, 2017

on this strangely serene and glistering night
of distant echo sounds and noises nothingness
shuts tight its sleepless eyes and opens a door
to somewhere way beyond what fathermother
taught us lives behind its lantern-coloured
lintels or the splinters of its shiny self unhinged
restored clean-beamed and damascened
then gold from heaven’s alchemy was poured
(for such alluring doors can never be ignored)

i bow before my Maker’s tapestry (and which
they call the sky, although i name it history
and future rolled up into one) but yet i gauge
the story’s almost done (though very rarely here
i cry to see the tragedy of narcissus on earth and
if you wonder why i will confide in you my tears
now fall to ground for joy and wonderment alone)
Dependent on the symmetry of starry schemes,
i drown me in the footsteps of my gilded dreams

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© Alan Morrison, 2017
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