Time rushes through you like blue ribbon unfurled
Your field blooms white, spiked with sparse, spectral tree
A moonlit night strung twixt reality
And hunger’s Barmecidal Other World
You are a feather that wafts hither-yon
Soft as the snowflake on guttural gale
Leaving no footprints you wander the pale
Ghost-colored gardens of sepulchral dawn
You gild earth’s coat with heaven’s falling stars
Your laughter sparkles and covers her girth
With diamonds and broken glass slippers; your mirth
Runs over silent, soldered river-bars
Quietness quivers, your fingers incite
Shivers, strain from a beggar’s violin
Steals our breath like ice-kisses on skin
Cold Casanova, you vex yet delight
…where Time rushes through you; a wild blue strand
Borne on the breath of a white afternoon
Glimmering heath beneath gold wreath of moon
Blustering ballad, January-land
© Janet Martin
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