INTERLUDEA Poem by Mia SparrowI i am biding time while city smog fills my lungs throngs of wolves confine me trucks rumble inches from my face and the hem of her skirt eludes me. i wake to the symphony of drilling below my window hard hat weebles in orange take turns blasting the earth beneath my feet while she sleeps in satin sheets. white noise emanates in the odor of Chinatown roasted noosed ducks adorn restaurant windows as she dines in Little Italy and sips Chianti II sifting through ashes under souls’ day’s sun shards of photographs scattered and torn like a jigsaw scene whose pieces will never assemble flaunts its insouciance. her ghost still haunts me under endless cobalt skies whose plangent winds mimic the cathedral’s requiem. her subtle mourning smile creeps through this sepulchre and seven crows are feasting. III buzzing street lamps flood the moonless august room splashing shadows beneath the clicking fan. her hair cascades upon his face like Turin’s shroud. anointed bodies confessing carnal sins she draws him into the sacred chamber. her ecstasy he seeks his flesh is burning beneath her and a diamond grazes his throat. IV sunshine shrapnel ricochets off these walls dispelling the darkness into daylight’s saturation. i look outside myself facades are diaphanous. blind terror takes over me as threads of truth flash before me like sulfur. the nausea wells there is no remedy truth means death. we all need lies. i lie. V arid barren earth sustains life with plastic flora disguising cracks on trodden soil. light is renounced as it shrouds the land lies run deep within the ground. fragile transparency can’t be read balance is kept though the darkness seeps through. relent to reprieve no need for punishment bask in the light if only for a moment. the rest forgives let it all nourish no need for fear there is no winter. VI brilliant viridian hearts ungraced by the sun shimmer in the darkness of day. thorns abound amidst the fated path wielding daggers to dissever a consecrated union no Law can rend. taking flight like the thrush pursued by feline talons protracted vultures circle their prey unseen and swoop their quarry unaware preserving the glimmer of stargazers’ rays. VII the clock has been reset it finally stopped blinking ghost minutes are reappearing twelve arises from the dead. the clock on the wall no longer ticks the batteries all ran out like a stream in a drawn out draught the fan desists its steady clicks. the silence of the clock face immortalizes the moment we consummate the covenant and the Universe blesses our embrace. Time ensures eternal fulfillment Destiny had aligned the stars in place. © 2014 Mia SparrowAuthor's Note
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