Today's poem is by Christine Marshall
Apostrophe to What's Still Here
Three brilliant pinpricks
to delineate the belt he wears
across his waist. Barracksof black for roaming stars,
the sky's a dizzy wreck
of half-formed forms, the tearsof light suggestions merely
of the universe behind. See
what you can. Orion first:mostly darkness, shadow to the glint
of bow and arrow in his fist,
an intimation of his spleen. Lightequals promise. Don't suggest
that I'm unstablemy patent
is the world, its drama,mystery's womb. The schema
of the sky's a perfect fit:
black everywhere, a yawning coatstitched with its opposite,
hysteric thread. See all that's not
there in this strident riteof anti-moderation. Give me night,
mooding, staring at stars. Orion.
Lit with flair. His darkling body split.
Copyright © 2007 Christine Marshall All rights reserved
from Beloit Poetry Journal
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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