The Ruba'Iyat of Creteil Lake - Part Nine

The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake - Part Nine Staring sun perches on Créteil hillock hump and dazzles lake Waves slop through tingling streaks of furrowed light dance quake Blinding nuclear fissions in a cloudless cinematic sky Sparse streaks of ephemeral jet trails cirri overtake Over the wings of silver shafts flutter in the distance Two troupes of gulls some on wing others squat circling aisance Where eddying currents trap bream and trout going berserk Ashen yarrow tuft fur heads lean over complain nuisance Single-mast sailing boats across her breast to and fro streak In Parthenon pillar curves chart their collision free trek Aranjuez violins and guitars serenade the lake As the light-footed Maiden of the Main skips for Khayyam’s sake There on her luscious tresses the Bard lay stretched in her curl His eyes glazed from too much wine and pining after one girl While she lies cloaked in dreams of golden spires and marble domes Worlds where nectar words with absinthe in phials gently twirl Tingling spring sensations invade the lake’s deciduous stench To remind Ol’ Khayyam of his infernal thirst to quench All that glitters lasts not even a single winter’s day Yet at dusk Créteil Lake stirs and winks one sly eye, the Wench! © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013