Mavrogianni How so as in a mirror Strangely beautiful goat fish Heaving still from heaven As if skies were to open Perhaps a voice at Crest of crag or mountain Chain binding wind to hair (Impossibly blue!) And hair with rain Or again all this darkness cupped with the hands And when the hands are opened, released to shadow So that younger forms may feed at that which One needs no longer, feast upon darkness Feasting upon light. The standing fish signs at the water's edge, Where the word will mix with the sea. Oh your beauty is an underwater current Dragging sacred salmon with shining scales! Oh your beauty is a ferocious and dark wind Seemingly from nowhere! Allow these waters to murmur Allow these waters to run For the water shall hurl itself from the cliff in safety For the water shall twist into itself endlessly! Near the forest edge Full of beech trees The forest queen Celebrates Her rise, steady Like the dawn And her face bears No marks, but Instead the rose blush As of the sunlight Striking both the trees And the sea! Dancing, sings Joy unto you and me! Whose voice fills the rocky canyons So lately and full of truth? Whose voice shall build again This world of wonder, begun with fire Kept watch over by hawk? When the people see her In her they delight To converse upon the wise And to see her trim body As of the fine things! Whose voice was wrought Seemingly of gold? Gathered with such care, Drop by drop, the heavenly nectar! Oh solace and darkening mystery, To soothe the frosted feeling And let the mountain and the forest Meet the sea. Melt, you beautiful! Echo song! For, This cannot be wrong To mix again with shadow As of days of old. To cry out with wonder At memory and awareness. Formless spirit, taking such Bluish shape, inhabiting Immortal cities Marble white and Purest gold! Now with twilight comes Deep urge to crash, To crash into the sea! Oh solace and darkening mystery! _____ STANLEY GEMMELL DECEMBER 16, 2008Model:Nikki Nadeau
