Dancers Turning Topsy Turvy Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Dancers Turning Topsy Turvy



1-dancers of the night
With long hats
Turning topsy turvy
In their veils
The firs and oaks
Are on fire
Thoughts pant with
Stubborn lustful desire
And
The waters have lost
Their twilight haze
To the black and silver
Of the moon
This night, this night…
Think
Think
Think
Though time has come to
Sleep.
2-siren
Placed strategically
On the rock you call
To other sirens
Likewise
Though the night haze
Be rather dense nay
Denser than night mists
And magic:
The waters are restless
The waters be restless
The waters move forth
3-this day
This dance of the witches
This scream in the
Night
This day
This day
The beetle dances
On a single foot
The hedgehogs gave a collective
Cry
And it was night
Deep night
Of satyrs and the ghosts and
Shrouds
Deep night of dreams
Sub-conscious horror and
Delight
The witch does not have a straight
Nose
But crooked
In the dance of the witches
A witch with apron
I
In the hoarse cry of
To the moon
The aversion to scrutiny
And
Looks of sheer
Curiosity:
Stink
The brooms of the witches
Wonderful Turkish type
figures shine
At night, dancing
The waters light
Once every hour
They light
Then go
I
I
I
It is the feast
From a rare yearly
Number:
Glide
In to the slimy nocturnal
Forests
Tight with spirits and with
Souls
Running between trees
Zigzagging up the paths
Of small hills and then down rolling
It be night
It be night
Waters gleaming
Waters gleaming
Waters gleaming
Beyond
The city bastions gleaming
Time is now
As
Time will be
And
The witch-dances are
A minstrelsy.

Tuesday, April 24, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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