Some Different Kind of Lost Heaven
"Some Different Kind of Lost Heaven"
Every once and a while
she would surface
from that brackish
dark place
as a nightingale sings
in the deepest pockets
of a Woolf, the rocks
heavy notes, are removed
and like Persephone
escape doesn’t arrive
freely, but burns for some
slight duration, listing selvedge
staggered freedom found
spreading wings wide
along the unsteady horizon
the sunrise lights her song
‘til the dark horses
of Pluto rampage in
steal her back out of time
to place of labyrinth twined
in fields of Elysian poppies
dreams put to sleep
behind closed eyes
some different kind
of lost heaven
where forever is night
where the lost
Nightingales sing
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Nuit”/ Tony Anderson
https://youtu.be/WZ0WVUMrnyk
“Lune”/ Tony Anderson
https://youtu.be/Zd7gQZs0Ut8
“Nightingale” / Tony Anderson
https://youtu.be/ZJgcAmGOGEw
“I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out;
and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.”
(Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out)
“I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up
in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music
and everything beautiful.”
(Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out)
“I want to write a novel about Silence," he said;
“the things people don’t say.”
(Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out)
Persephone.
Pluto.
Woolf.
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2022
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