John M Marshall
The Wheels Of Ezekiel’s Chariot - Poem by John M Marshall
Above the sovereign seraphic vanes
the northern lights spread their plumes
and shed their magic mystic code
upon the starry cryptic road.
Within the sacred silver seam
of every secret sylvan scheme
they stitch the dancing diamond dream
of dawn and dew and celestial breath.
With crystal coronal Coptic creeds
they sow their splendrous spatial seeds
into the crescent chrysalid crèche
that holds the holy harvest host.
Within the mantled mirrored maze
the motive mistral’s maiden masque
mimes the manifold myriad’s mass
inside the manna’s mysterious manse.
There below the wondrous whorls
of whisking spheres and waxing wells
children of the chambered chalice
charm the choir of cherubs’ church.
Astride the chirring changeling chariot
they charge the wind with whirling wheels.
Across the cambered cosmic course
they carry the king of the bardic bells.
© 1993 John M. Marshall
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