Sep 29, 2011 09:28
© 1977, 1994 by Yael R. Dragwyla
(Previously published in The Egocrat, produced by Merlin's Bookstore, Isla Vista, CA)
It is dawn.
* * *
Fire-fogs enshroud the coasts
Of lava seas;
Incandescent dew
Rolls like molten pearls
From the unfolding petals
Of flowers of flame
Blooming on prairies
Of rolling magma.
Cool freshets of brilliant lead
Leap down the mountains
Into deep, still lakes
Of copper and cadmium;
Craggy basalt trees
Sigh in gentle winds
Of glowing brimstone.
* * *
Great Helios,
Naked, save
For His whipping,
Nacreous cloak,
Trembles in ecstatic dance
On the edge of the sky,
Preparing to lay himself
On the quivering back of Hermes,
To impregnate His lover
With children of Dream and Will,
Thrusting His phallos of fire
Into the love-agued seat
Of Idea and Entropy.
helios,
hermes,
sun,
poetry,
mercury