Tuesday, November 04, 2014

“It is said by the Eldar that in water there lives yet the echo of the Music of the Ainur more than in any substance that is in this Earth; and many of the Children of Ilúvatar hearken still unsated to the voices of the Sea, and yet know not for what they listen.”

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion


on confronting a phobia of mirrors

At the red edge
quicksilver hid in sand
a stranger etched on beveled glass

lips fingertip-tapped
she knows

stippled veil of indigo
and amber agony
movements in pantomime

gypsy girl
without a face
(turn away: no lies
twirl around: no eyes)

rises through violet
bathes in snow-melt

a daguerreotype grin
dangerous crimson
a caricature paper cutting
dangling bluebells

translate her into circles
and peer through --

could it be my twin
chiral snow queen,
melting?

No, that was
a mirage;

it is I,
my own face
radiance-wrapped,
a smile
emerging.

Romaine Brooks

when trees as gilded as bees

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