Fa La La La La
Polaris
Sorrows fill the sky.
A pinprick breaks the black
and pins the spin of constellations
around its still point.
Prey
He looks for the silver bullet
needed to kill uncertainty
but the bullet eludes him
and the monster flits on,
splashing him with last night's rain
that clung before to the branch
above his reach.
The Absent
The season spirits melancholy in.
Absences assert the smiles
now only seen in dreams.
Sorrows fill the sky.
A pinprick breaks the black
and pins the spin of constellations
around its still point.
Prey
He looks for the silver bullet
needed to kill uncertainty
but the bullet eludes him
and the monster flits on,
splashing him with last night's rain
that clung before to the branch
above his reach.
The Absent
The season spirits melancholy in.
Absences assert the smiles
now only seen in dreams.
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An ambivalent time of year, for some, incl me. I like your use of "melancholy" as a verb. In fact, I like all of the third one, best. *
Great set, Gary. Especially connect with Polaris. Yes. Puts me in mind of Eliot's still point of the turning world in Burnt Norton. *
Thank you, Mathew.
Thank you, Sam. Burnt Norton burns bright for me at this time of year, especially. Must be the late roses filled with early snow.
This is always the case, “The season spirits melancholy in.” Good eye.
Thank you, Steve.
Wonderful little nibbles, Gary.
Thank you, Sally.
I really like the "silver bullet" metaphor and the middle stanza. Nice job, Gary.
Thanks, Sally.
Another nice piece. "and the monster flits on,
splashing him with last night's rain
that clung before to the branch
above his reach."
Thank you, Gary.