Snow Falling on Stones. by Sarah BrookesTear the starlight from every gutter, you said.
I want the stinging hue of crystal gone,
from the shoe-blackened pit of shady night.
Laughter ensued from my stellar throne. I?
I move the stars for no one.
Imperious, aloof. The Seven Sisters are my attendants,
Betelgeuse: my muse.
You would have me
push the heavens from their ancestral seats and
rip the arctic flares from my ebony tresses! Cast
away that frosted crown, as a frenzied revolution
plagued fire over the celestial rime that covers
my heart.
No.
I turn a cruel profile to your ruddy demands, though
I know your armies gather to smash my cold gates asunder.
A steeled smile embellishes my lips. No.
To the echoing halls I say, keep your churlish advances,
my glassy chambers know you not.
Oh, and yet....
In a dark, elderberry place, I see
I would gladly rid the universe of blazing spheres,
platinum scratches, pinprick lanterns
and ethereal music for just one chaste caress....
Never. In my sparkling case I dwell,
clinical in diamond splendour. Cut beads
of Carbonite; my lusty treasure. I want for no man.
In my calculated stubbornness, I shall not bend the cosmos
for you know, as well as I,
I move the stars for no one.
02/15/2004 Author's Note: Sometimes they ask for too much.
Posted on 02/15/2004 Copyright © 2024 Sarah Brookes
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Julie Adams on 05/01/10 at 06:43 AM what a stella piece!! I love this poem, and am star gazing througout it...not a line out of place, not a break I didn't like, and ur imagery is twinkling indeed like a night sky in the mountains...a pleasure to read you, I hope you post more work again soon...peace, jewels xox |
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