Lo! In the sky you see the bear
And sisters Zorya in perpetual fear,
Or a menagerie from old and far
But as for me I just see stars.
Look at the inkblots upon the page,
Is it a wineglass or is it a sage?
Do you see memories of your past?
For I just see a black-white contrast.
And the seasons who are ever long,
Do you see them or Demeter’s mournful song?
For all I see is rain and snow
And sometimes Apollo’s golden glow.
4 comments:
Zorya didn't make any sense to me, but that is no fault of yours.
The second paragraph was perfect. God, I'm just sitting here reading it over and over and over again, wishing I had a way to write it down or keep it with me forever. I think of grapes and table cloths and olives and journals, and it's such perfection, Steff.
You finished this piece off brilliantly as well. A+ and absurd amounts of kudos to you.
you should recognize Zorya, it's a reference to American Gods, which referenced some old legend.
and thank you greatly for commenting on so many of my blog posts. reading feedback just makes my day (no sarcasm, i AM that narcissistic)
With the American Gods reference it rings some bells.
Feedback's good.
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