Moonglows The River King Poem by Robert Rorabeck

moonglows the river king
Swathing the salamander’s
Saturated ululating.

I have brought the copper ring
To hook for fishing;
The mermaid is such a pretty thing
Swimming with her ducky quislings.

Leaving autumn strands whisper,
To my heart that all has gone migrating,
While the bruised thistles crowd the
Stalwart bridge,
Leaping like a horned kidd butting his sister;

So green exits, leaves jamb the starless surface,
And there isn’t but a nibble,
For those women who sleep like trees,
Or nod like silken roots in the bathing tub
Have joined a pomaded caravan of troubadours
Now taking an exhausting route to the city,

Their tailpipes the careless smoke signals
Of their hurried exegesis across the dry and ruddy hills,
No longer to bring such whispers,
Or sing thus sweetly, quobblings from their pale-ish gills.