The Calliope's Song

We open scene, a moonless dream 
Ensconced in night held safe from light
And yet a mind of the keenest kind
Tells tales that tower of daylight hours:

With fleetest foot and fur of soot
The cat runs on, on rooftops long
And splashing paint shows colors quaint
To cover sight’s most natural white—

And flash to sky from far on high
With wings worn where West meets wet air
And formless birds repeat things heard
While blue surrounds with absent ground—

Oh, deja vu, see futures true
With features blurred by Carroll words
And yet the scene will once be seen
And logic spins samara skins—

All on your own, an endless home
Deep doorways stretch in lines yet sketched
By black-ink pen and rod-filled in
All shades of fear that warns they’re near—

And faceless men in groups of ten
All watch the skies with eyeless eyes
And when your neck is craned to check
The sky sees back with eyes full black—

The forest runs with legs of sun
With creatures new, unreal, you knew
But real inside your head they hide
When beeping chime foretells the time—

And colors flash through shades of ash
With pictures drawn approaching dawn
When eyelids blink before you think 
And it ends—
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Be the first to comment on this poem. Encourage this poet.

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace