A Wedding Of Sky And Earth Poem by Felix Bongjoh

(muse for Autumn snow)



(i)

Splashed confetti
of chiffon
and cotton ribbons
swarm earth,

a wedding
of lace sky
bowing low with
a dripping

forehead
and arched back
to tumble
on earth's toes
for a nuptial kiss.

(ii)

The ribbons
split into winged
specks
and cream flecks

of broken
air in threads
of hairy shards
stitching
sky to earth,

the binding not
gluing
as air scoops
out air to leave

a hanging
hollow, when times
stream,
rivers flowing down

air's sunken
and bony cheeks,
as sky flees
from its ceiling

to tie a knot
with earth's flat
and thickening
glistening marble
of a cold
hardening floor

growing
slippery as more
flies in silvery
wings of wet air

land and lie
for the back stroke
in a melted
expanding lake.

(iii)

Air has hung
down its cream
and frost
screen drawn
to touch
earth's floor.

Cream flies,
these pinprick
rashes

from beige
and pearl nests
of wallowing

splashed
white of air's mighty
broken egg,
its shell ground
into a pulp

pour down
without a buzz,
mouthless
motes joining

in lace
threads of silver
motes
and broken wool

to embroider
a carpet
of whitened
earth floor

for the loose
world
to stand on,

as it splits
apart with
cotton specks flying
across air.

(iv)

After a silent
festival
of cream
ribbons

settled on
a laky white floor
of earth
slimmed down
to an imp,

I roll over
my bed, a midget,
in a castle
of silence, to join

the wedding
of sky and earth
with
a thousand

threads to tighten
a white
nuptial knot

that doesn't catch
or tighten
its cream loops,
as flakes
of snow cut off sky,

leaving tails
to hang above
somersaulted
heads sipping more

cream drips
of air
in ship shanks
of lace threads,

as it snows
for a wedding
of sky
with earth,

bride
and bridegroom
trumpeted
off air
in a rhythm of silence.

O cream
of tight lips, wrap
me up
in your sheet
of silence

to wake me up
with another
white plaster
and spray of silence,

cream flies
of silence
flying
and hurling lace
spears at earth,

silver air
swelling into
ambling
white elephants

frolicking,
tusks and trunk
behind
wagged tails
of cotton elephants,

swaying trunks
swinging off
hundreds of snowflakes.