The Ruba'Iyat of Creteil Lake - Part Nineteen

The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Nineteen “Not that I had not spied your tulip-lipped doting jasmine airs Nor the way your wraith-like form take me back to sumptuous fairs Of Samarkand yore whence I dallied with dulcet-toned damsels Just that my incognito pursuit here had little need for flares.” “The sombre air you cloak yourself in to much deceit succumbs, I pain to endorse the waste your ivory casing entombs. Come! Let’s conjure the day ere the lurid night-half lengthens, I would you were mine to confide ere summer solstice enthrones!” “Now I’ll this reconnaissance to Our Lady Lake entrust Know thou well my light-foot Maiden being of like-nature must. Time is but a secret door like-minds might easily unlock: Be it days or years or eons two hearts in one bind robust !” Alas! Alas! The Ol’ Bard’s message bobbed up and about Lady Lake’s unctuous raiments buffeted by squalls in bout; The tulip-lipped Lass unawares thought no more of her act Till the Mairie’s men-at-work fished the bobbing bottle out ! The Men of Paperasse studied the Bard’s note in all duty haste And drew the conclusion: ‘Secret messages across time’s waste Confirm the guilt of one and the other from distant powers!’ The arraignment was drawn up, signed and sealed with wax paste. © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014