As Romance Fails
Indolence fans the aqua pools
before lovers’ spats prelude dawn’s make-up sex.
A chilling sky ensues, as everyone fears love,
the great mummer of regrets. Yet,
not even trees control their destinies,
half-stilled by burlesque bees, bird-burdened.
Nor can they turn upright one fallen limb, languishing
as if lonesome. You, Richard, have grown,
a green sailor upon a mulched sea, closer
to love, to reality, to the seashells of woodbine,
the seraph’s tunes; and, soon, trust,
regret’s second cousin, will alarm you
with devotion: its rose-lilt fathoms, their glass eye,
enfolding bold écrivains who, far-flung, revive.
– Star Black
Ed. Note: Savvy sonneteer Star Black, co-founder of the KGB Bar Monday Night Poetry series and co-editor of The KGB Bar Book of Poems, reads at the famous red room (85 East 4th Street in NYC) this evening at 7:30 PM. Sestina master Daniel Nester joins her on the program.
