Desolation Alley
Inspired by works I read in Abbey and Poetry today:
Wind Woman soars high above
Desolation Alley.
She knows,
she sees,
she weeps,
she wails.
Her works with
Wind Man,
when they were together,
are there,
but only in part.
Her heart yearns for
the sensitive use of the
gargoyle - handsomely chiselled in
stone, the fleur-de-lis,
the breath of stone,
the relief of hand worked marble,
cool and human veined.
A knife edged
partnership of
hard, glittering, practical
glass and metal,
predominates -
not ugly in all,
but his geometry
wasn't always like that.
Morph and shape,
whatever the
case may be to
subsist,
on modern ground.
Wind Man flew
briefly to her, busily
looking at his watch.
"You never used to be
like this. What happened?"
she said quickly,
so as not to waste his time.
He kissed her hurriedly
and blew off,
to a meeting of
the satellites and
virtual reality.
Alas, she breathed,
knowing a lost pause when
she saw it, and hovered
to mourn and think, over the cities
of the world.
Where was the frog?
There are too many spiders.
They're not happy either,
not enough wood for them.
Where is the bird? The
one that's meant to keep
the spiders in check?
Where is the river
that used to run through it?
"Wind Man is too busy,
to work with me,"
she moaned,
"so I shall have to
suffer my own questions, now,
until he regains his
senses."
copyright Monika Roleff 2005.
3 Comments:
Images courtesy of Open Photo.
Wow! You have sculptured, chiselled a beautiful poem in stone. Fabulous Monika.
Thank you both. I just hope it gets people thinking...
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