The Ruba'Iyat of Creteil Lake - Part Twenty-Four

The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Four A chill-marrow scowling wind rushed up abysms of the South Rumpled Lady Lake’s sparse dripping tresses splashing up Her mouth Gushing fountain raced down the waterfall crumpling eye-lashes And slurped the choppy tide into swishing slopping mammoth Trillion cursing harpy screams raged down her full furrowed loins And set feathers wildly clapping where Embryo Islet joins Pubic Isle: aborted marsh of reeds and rushes cypress grave Where now the avifauna scatter chased by mythic Tiglons Some alien monster wild has escaped its abysmal rest And shakes and shatters the moribund year as if in jest Doors slam windows swing and crack as the beast goes howling past Is Zhen the Eldest Son still snug in autumn’s arms as guest? Over the stranded cases of milling flesh cracks a rude blast Has Qian woken up his heir with the thunder clap at last? Was it the fire-cracker to summon false Fire Horse Year? Something’s let loose in this air bodes no omen fair to last! The Commandant retraced heavy steps to the Chief’s guarded car Tense reddened eyes sought relenting signs in faces wrought by far Yet who in all this surging melée gave a thought to the Bard Oh! Where might Ol’ Khayyam be hiding! Alone! Or on some star! © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013