Slow And Steamy Day Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The day has been slow and
Steamy; the beauties of
The wild beasts evaporated
Merlin was in the night
Here.
I saw him brooding in the dark
Twitching his beard; with
Furrowed brow.
And open book majestic.
He was thinking.
He was disposing.
The bees around the bending
Flower hum; though it be
Mid-dusk and the flowers
Bend
Fading.
Stuck to the water wall
Moving here and there
Baby clams tiny yet
Determined.
The magic in the night
Has been on land and waters.
The skeleton rattled sentences
Moving from this to that
Even in five words.
Several have been waiters
At night-parties of nymphs,
Satyrs, fauns and the rest.
Now goggle-eyed they fade
In waters as the Dawn
With its smile typical
The waters lights.
As the inhabitants
Of Neptune's reign
Pass
The waters burrow there
Open the ways
And lead the ways.
A rat moves slow and
Nibbling by the shore where
Waters and land together
Kiss.
I will go to my hummock
And sleep there.
I go to my palace
Spend the night
Feeling the cobwebs
And the steps
And paces on
The ancient stairs.
This
I fear not.
No, I fear not
This.



Waters
Will
Sleep
The
Parties
Were
Not
Made
In
Vain
The
Die
Is
Cast
The
Ropes
Be
Ready
For
The
Hanging
The
Skeletons
Came
From
The
Deep
Waters
Rose
And
Went
On
Land
They
Did
Not
Falter.

The day has been slow and
Steamy; the beauties of
The wild beasts evaporated
Merlin was in the night
Here.
I saw him brooding in the dark
Twitching his beard; with
Furrowed brow.
And open book majestic.
He was thinking.
He was disposing.
The bees around the bending
Flower hum; though it be
Mid-dusk and the flowers
Bend
Fading.
Stuck to the water wall
Moving here and there
Baby clams tiny yet
Determined.
The magic in the night
Has been on land and waters.
The skeleton rattled sentences
Moving from this to that
Even in five words.
Several have been waiters
At night-parties of nymphs,
Satyrs, fauns and the rest.
Now goggle-eyed they fade
In waters as the Dawn
With its smile typical
The waters lights.
As the inhabitants
Of Neptune's reign
Pass
The waters burrow there
Open the ways
And lead the ways.
A rat moves slow and
Nibbling by the shore where
Waters and land together
Kiss.
I will go to my hummock
And sleep there.
I go to my palace
Spend the night
Feeling the cobwebs
And the steps
And paces on
The ancient stairs.
This
I fear not.
No, I fear not
This.