Treasure Island

David Rowe

(7 Nov 1969 / Worcester, Mass.)

Melisma Poem For Melissa


If to unspool loops of scotch tape
is to generate lightning;
if the right sunlight
makes a celestial alphabet
of strands of vitreous fluid
afloat in our eyeballs;
& cathedral stones
have been known
to come alive
at twilight
& cry out
with birdsong:
never doubt
what sprites may be set free,
what golden honey discovered
in manhandling the beehive
of your name, Melissa:
your orphan-bastard's name, you need
only wield it like a pariah's drum
to succeed
in rousing the sibyl
drowsing within its syllables
until you hear where your true asylum,
that longed-for Elysium, was slumming it all along.

Submitted: Sunday, April 07, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 01, 2013
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