She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She looked down to Camelot.
Lord Tennyson
Have you ever thought
You're writing an elaborate footnote,
Positioning yourself beneath
One thinker or another?
It might be a song that lilts,
Or a brutal declamation:
It does not really matter.
The flowers bloom in the Arctic
After the Equinox is attained;
We bloom into consciousness
After a fig leaf is positioned:
It really does matter
Assures one of several creeds.
There is much to this pageant
That some worn-out musical brocade
Can never wholly explain.
Comments
artisus | February 7, 2008 - 01:04
I am not sure I understand the last two lines, but loved the rest. Was inspired by the following lines:
It might be a song that lilts,
Or a brutal declamation:
It does not really matter.
Ssor | February 8, 2008 - 01:01
Ross McCague
The last two lines refer to the bankruptcy of religion, i.e. the creeds, to explain the universe and our place in it. The imagery is from Larkin's Aubade: "Religion used to try, That vast moth-eaten musical brocade,
Created to pretend we never die..."
anipani | February 13, 2008 - 08:36
fabulous,great style,and taps straight into my psyche.what more can a reader ask?
Ssor | February 15, 2008 - 14:26
Thanks. The imagery is a bit of a stretch, so to speak, but it awakens thought processes.