Queen Cassiopeia
Unable to rule your tongue—
bad mother emblem—now,
in your silver chair, you rule
your little cube of space, fixed
in a celestial ski-lift,
always circling the North Pole,
as though hurtling, cross-purposed,
in your starry tumbrel,
to the zodiacal carousel;
a traveler fated without arrival, yet
winking, as you pass, every time;
your beauty, Blurry Zigzag,
always poised over some sea:
billions of volts, possibly:
visible, time-vanquished starlight
and unmeasurable light to come.
Leslie Schultz
It has been so cloudy in Northfield that this morning the clear night sky came as a surprise and a delight. I looked out the window to the southeast and thought I saw the distinctive shape M/W shape of this constellation, and…this is the result. (A big “Thank You!” to Atia Cole for this marvelous silvery and blue photograph from the Bahamas.)
Until tomorrow!
Leslie
Hi Sandy,
Thank you for giving it a try. Leslie
SO FAR THE POEM IN PROGRESS IS CHALLENGING.
TRYING SANDY