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TRIPTYCH IN STONE – free verse

01 Apr


Triptych in Stone

I. Thalia’s Spring

Her hair in fiery fall, red on the black stone,
cool white body on basalt stretched,
hands, feet crushed beneath rocks rolled hardly on,
the New Moon cut from ear by throat to ear,
the Sun cut clean between the cold still breasts,
her lidded eyes do not see the steaming blood
that cascades, red on the black stone.

In the rock-littered cave
rock-lice men scrabble behind boulders,
stamping their feet,
slapping their heads,
moaning along the warming walls.

II. The Song of Euphrosyne

Rock-people on the heated hillside
dance in fear among the thorns,
shrieking at the mouth of the cave.
Down the hill the river spills
and the drinking lake spreads
scarlet over the barren land,
red on the black stone.

The boy of dirt is confused in the
tangle of his mother’s lashing hair and
her shrieks and whines and
the blood smell and
the East vanished in yellow smoke.

III. Aglaia’s Vision

The gray brown crowd scuffles west,
muttering along the grim ridge.
Thorn bushes in full flame show
red against the black stone.
Acrid smoke burns furtive eyes as
fugitive faces follow one another
into the cryptic West.

One woman stops and turns to peer
down at the pursuing flood,
is crowded over the precipice,
falls to smash on the crags below,
red on the black stone.

_____________________________________________________________

Port of Call and other poems. The Caliban Press, Baltimore, Maryland. 1975.
Magnapoets June 2006.

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