Nocturne

Poem By Lola Ridge

Indigo bulb of darkness
Punctured by needle lights
Through a fissure of brick canyon shutting out stars,
And a sliver of moon
Spigoting two high windows over the West river….
Boy, I met to-night,
Your eyes are two red-glowing arcs shifting with my vision….
They reflect as in a fading proof
The deadened eyes of a woman,
And your shed virginity,
Light as the withered pod of a sweet pea,
Moist and fragrant
Blows against my soul.
What are you to me, boy,
That I, who have passed so many lights,
Should carry your eyes
Like swinging lanterns?

Comments about Nocturne

Hats off to the fantastic flight of imagery. Thanks for sharing it here.
Hello Lola; WOW what imagery, what divine imagination I should carry... your eyes like swinging lanterns. Can't get better then that! Jim Gibbons


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