Solstice to Equinox
Anais, Anais
Litha has passed
and we are left
to mourn the coming
autumnal balance,
for creatures such as we
crave the severe
and eschew
This Gentile World.
Travel with me to
The Tropic of Capricorn
and leave behind
the ever shrinking
days of Cancer.
There we can live
in eternal summer
and Black Spring.
Grieve not my love,
for with the arrival
of Yoole's long nights,
Sirius shall align
with Orion's belt
and point us back
to the elliptical
apex, and June.
SMG
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6 comments:
Gorgeous, gorgeous write!
Find a latitude for love and let 'er rip! Lovely anthem.
Deeply resonates with me. A love-hate relationship with the world's beings but which for each is askew.
The poem pulled me right into the cosmic imbalances that both Anais and her lover/persona struggle with as the persona plots an escape into summer and "Black Spring." That last nomen really got to me, a juxtaposition that repels but strangely pleases. I like the note of hope at the end, the stars aligning so to speak, for the conjugal moment. An amazing write.
A wonderful poem ... I love the way you named the stars as a map for your journey.
Impeccible insight and literary knowledge makes this verse eminently real.
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