|
Walking Down The Pews Of A Cathedral By The Sea
by Philip F De Pinto
To C.
While the stone griffin grounds
And folds its obsidian wings
Mine are eager to stretch and heighten
And spring and reflect in the vaulted mist
Glossed over a sweep of terns
And the wind swept sable of our close brushes
Foundering in pigment lizard quick
Are reminders that you were as vital to my inner rhyme
As storms were to Frankenstein
Though we are sublimely kept apart
As tines in a trident are by the chaperone in the middle
You still charge the light brigade in my heart
Though buttresses
Flutter and beat on either side
They flank and abridge the air
Along this sainted runway
Where chol bird poised to resurrect
In wafer after wafer dissolving in the urchin's lair
Embossed over canticles of sea nymphs
02/16/2015 Posted on 02/16/2015
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/18/15 at 03:39 AM Amazing movement felt from this one, Philip, mythic mixed with the natural magic of the sea. I did not know the "chol bird" was a phoenix - a fun discovery. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/18/15 at 04:33 AM I agree with Kristina, Phil. I especially like these lines: Are reminders that you were as vital to my inner rhyme
As storms were to Frankenstein |
| 
