The mist around the boulder (Roxanne of Alexander the Great)
She kept her staring eyes beyond the ridge and orange skylines,
where sun was crowning combs, and writhed the mauve thistles;
it was the time the shadows fell upon the homes and grapevines,
while blue was spreading from the east and winds in branches whistled.
The dark of night embraced her form, espoused her thought and breathing,
how lonesome was the specter of this shortened time and order
when bold the blades of memories returned and beamed unsheathing,
granite became his thought, and hers, the mist around the boulder.
The dark of night embraced him, then, and wraiths, above, surpassed him
across the Acheronian stills where shadowed lifted billows,
contributing armorial vows and her betrothal bracing
of orchard blooms and stalwart deeds among the astral meadows.
© 2015-02-19, Georgios Venetopoulos, All rights reserved
(rhyming Iambic decapentasyllabic)
She kept her staring eyes beyond the ridge and orange skylines,
where sun was crowning combs, and writhed the mauve thistles;
it was the time the shadows fell upon the homes and grapevines,
while blue was spreading from the east and winds in branches whistled.
The dark of night embraced her form, espoused her thought and breathing,
how lonesome was the specter of this shortened time and order
when bold the blades of memories returned and beamed unsheathing,
granite became his thought, and hers, the mist around the boulder.
The dark of night embraced him, then, and wraiths, above, surpassed him
across the Acheronian stills where shadowed lifted billows,
contributing armorial vows and her betrothal bracing
of orchard blooms and stalwart deeds among the astral meadows.
© 2015-02-19, Georgios Venetopoulos, All rights reserved
(rhyming Iambic decapentasyllabic)
