Horizon of an Empty Canvas

~ A poem to escape these times ~

live to fight another day

Acrylic on gold leaf ‘Lifeblood’ Farida Haque

To be

A logophile

is not enough —

A purveyor of trinkets

strung with bottle caps

and obsolete half-truths.

The world is no longer ours.

Apothegms are not enough…

Captive behind

bivalve eyes, coelesce

red-violet shapes within

landscapes of saffron skin.

hot shimmer-quick deaths

terrors for all our children

gasps of trees and dying fishes.

They roil and roar then mesh.

And I want to… wish away

lies, repression, disease.

And sleep.

To be a logophile is not enough…

Not now. Not any more.

The moon fell last night.

Moaning like a dying emperor

It blessed me with

its last coruscations.

And I?

Like a hoary necromancer,