David Rowe

Rookie - 0 Points (7 Nov 1969 / Worcester, Mass.)

Melisma Poem For Melissa - Poem by David Rowe

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.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 1, 2013

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