She rolls her eyes
and the Devil Dog
knows a subordinate
a savory dish
for her eyes
they deviate
Jackals are gathered
to howl at Sirius
like satellites
they are called up
below it
under its occult rising
The cohort is hoisted
the dole is allocated
immaculate coercion
a spree of offerings
and favors are granted
torches are lit for burning
The ascendent is gifted
the starlet branded
abiding attendants are delighted
under her heliacal rising
Canicula is blazing.
Categories:
heliacal, allusion, dance, devotion, magic,
Form: Free verse
I only tell of sunny hours…
For me the trail of time disappears
in the depth of darkness at sundown,
but my mind doesn’t harbor any qualm,
I dream drenched in stardust of stellar sky…
I’ll trace the blazing heliacal trail
across another dazzling day waiting.
Let the beam of each new sun
slip on time-telling edge of your style,*
count the tides of time on the dial of life.
The chronology of your journey I’ll chronicle
as the defined shadow of soul revolves
around the static centre of timelessness
till it glitters in bliss eternal.
Watch with me the girdle of rotating time,
you’ll see the dawn open petals of wisdom,
in the best of times you’ll live the sunny hours…
(Note : *style is the edge of the gnomon which casts a
shadow on the sundial)
Written : February 4, 2019
April 13, 2020
Contest : Strand Pick 11, Any Theme, Any Form
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Categories:
heliacal, analogy, life, sun, time,
Form: Personification