The Ruba'Iyat of Creteil Lake - Part Fifteen
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Fifteen
She dreamed a dream all unfulfilled all through the dragging day
Even while she tossed and grumbled half-starved and in dismay
Two lives she lived as the swivelling Door swung through her faith
Did Ol’ Khayyam keep her company absent during the day
Through the empty branches on her shoulders the squinting sun
blinked
Yet tore a dazzling path across her swirling lithesome loins inked
The constant lapping and lolling currents tilling her mien
Where the light-foot Lass of Lahore gravely treads lights fuse linked
Doleful night or dreary day the Door swings loose on hinges
As the Maudite of the Lake knows not whether Khayyam cringes
At his quest to seek and save her from the blindness of fate
Even as the sizzling orb blurs the horizons fringes
A lone lost dove hops from one Tim Burton branch to another
Damp benches under white birch trees keep lover from lover
Unseen seeds shoot their hopes through decaying wheezing morasses
As pigeons corner head-darting mates across her feet’s lather
The sluices of her invisible canal lie in limbo
Each level of water rises into some alter ego
Till the Door that she must cross opens on Ol’ Khayyam’s quest:
Now her brimming breast heaves with the Bard’s bold super ego!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2014
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