A November View From a Room

[ALETHIA DEBCHANCE]

Two blackened, naked, antic trees

Dancing, pagan, witch-like silhouettes

Stiller than a summer day with not the faintest breeze

Behind, an immense wash of blue and gold sets

And the winking distant frozen eye of Mars sees

This ship-in-a-bottle silent world die again

Two hundred million miles in my brain



Yet beauty also lives in dark and humble byways

Quietly beyond the hideous civic orange glare

The noble poem of nature's own obsequies

The frozen leaves and crow's nests in masts now bare

In contrast to heaven's monumental dying lightships, our time is just a
whiz:

Bede's bird that flew through a hot and roiling box -

You, me, the berry rotten on the branch, and the prowling half-starved fox.







Nick Garrett 05

[B. Callaghan]

Very nice! I like this, Robbie.

Ta!~ und air kisses,

Bettina

Post by ALETHIA DEBCHANCE
Two blackened, naked, antic trees
Dancing, pagan, witch-like silhouettes
Stiller than a summer day with not the faintest breeze
Behind, an immense wash of blue and gold sets
And the winking distant frozen eye of Mars sees
This ship-in-a-bottle silent world die again
Two hundred million miles in my brain
Yet beauty also lives in dark and humble byways
Quietly beyond the hideous civic orange glare
The noble poem of nature's own obsequies
The frozen leaves and crow's nests in masts now bare
In contrast to heaven's monumental dying lightships, our time is just a
Bede's bird that flew through a hot and roiling box -
You, me, the berry rotten on the branch, and the prowling half-starved fox.
Nick Garrett 05