January 10, 2017 § Leave a comment
In the roar of the Twelfth Man she hears the sound of the distant, deep ocean
of her sisters, in the crashing waves, singing from the foam
crying, calling: come home, come home
the Siren peeks over the top of her tower; she whispers as rain mists over Elliott Bay,
I have emeralds to watch over.
In the shriek of jet planes descending, she recalls amorous pleas
of sailors as she pulled them into the embrace of gray death
gasping, gurgling: a breath, a breath
the Siren’s crown is a compass rose; she surveys from Leschi to Harbor Island,
I have a map to treasures.
In her clock tower, high above the streets, the Siren watches scenes
of bicycle couriers dispatched by smartphone, meal desires to fulfill
huffing, heaving: a hill, a hill
the Siren looks over the lights of Magnolia; she sighs as dusk settles,
I have a bejeweled city.
February 7, 2015 § Leave a comment
Inspired by my favorite Edna St. Millay poem, “Rosemary”
For the sake of all the things
That I would restore
I will write new stories
Using old folklore,
Earl Grey, hot, with bergamot
Will be a tea I pour.
For the sake of faded things
That could be bright again
I won’t use an umbrella
against Seattle rain
I will scribble renga,
and sonnets, and cinquain.
Many things are built upon
What once were everyday.
For the sake of humorous hyperbole
That has gone away
I will learn to curse with “Struth!”
and “The devil you say!”.