the diamond collarette
is still dripping with
norma, violetta, tosca
...
'...in spring, the most delicate feathery yellow of plumes and plumes and plumes and trees and bushes of wattle, as if angels had flown right down out of the softest gold regions of heaven to settle here, in the Australian bush.'
— D. H. Lawrence, Kangaroo
...
'Go and catch a falling star.'
(John Donne)
St Barbara, a poor white gloved icy ingénue,
...
There's no mobile internet all day; Ukraine is flying drones
My mother, a sure reincarnation of Caterina Sforza
Who else would be so impeccably dressed in
A crimson jacket and a chic silk blouse when's it's anomalously hot in May?
...
Russian-Australian, Sun conjunct Uranus. Published in several newspapers, poetic journals and anthologies. Interests: art, theater, ancient civilizations, photography, healthy living, reading.)
Maria Callas In Paris
the diamond collarette
is still dripping with
norma, violetta, tosca
indelible cat eyes
linger over yet
another beautiful
death on stage
a shining hour
where lucia's madness
rises out of the seine
like a crimson
revenant
or last season's
excellent rossini
it's a sunny
spring day in paris
by the bedside
there is still
a harp cadenza
inside the pearls
and the chestnut
trees still sparkle
with vocalized trills
azazel averts his
raven gaze:
let an empty theater
remain a perennial
pine-brittle accusation