Gold through gold unto gold.
The sun runs down the sky.
Moonrise.
A controversy of stars.--
Days that break and twist and tear.
{Incessant rock drill
Pounding stones
carving thrones}
--for the Beloved;
Isolation of eyes.
We will leave the charnel house
slaked of lust--
we will go up to the hollow place
and sit with the silent men.
Black through black unto black;
and leave at the second turning of the stair,
a faint voice sings the cloud song
ripping the raiment of Ulysses,
the torn curtain.
The mirror upturned, cracked.
The ropes burn,
the sea is a great lash thrashing,
silver through silver unto silver,
his words drown:
and how shall he promise you, this,
or that?
In the grove see how
the fawns close their great eyes
in weariness:
At the turning of the stair
that which leads to faith of lilies
encased in ice;
that the flesh warms.
The tower is cold,
the stairs wend
when they end
and open wide
Eve sits beneath the flowering tree.
None may follow.--
as your tears fall
onto her outstretched arms.
white through white unto white.
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
This is a very intelligent, visceral, intense piece...You establish, from the beginning lines, that this is no mere poem, it is to be an experience...then you follow through on that promise with such incredible imagery & language...Golden, indeed...Congratulations on your win...Well done, Poet...Classical & timeless...
