Issue 3:2 | Poetry | Asai
The Awakening of Aurora
The wind on the summit is unmistakably alight-
and see now: frozen debris sparkles,
as serpentine and like a ghostly backbone
descends, parting bristle pines with fierce rattle.
A cabin crouches by the holler-
mist hovers stealthily in circles against' the walls.
Spiders quit their webs and shrink in cracked timber
Dust quakes. Flakes float from the ceiling,
some fall on the floor where a maiden lies blank-eyed
stretching painfully over bed sheets.
The wind, in veil of a breeze,
slips through the window determinate
and hisses, and funnels between her jerking lips.
red-carpet for the nocturne aesthetic-
rhymes: stepping from benighted rosaries
with deitic dose for intimacy-
rhymes: coming to free visions
from earthen slumbering- key rhymes:
opening warm petals for the wild pistil lead
of her edenic seed.
Gliding to the garden:
Aurora distilled in water...
The moon at play with ripples...
Flames glowing around her...
Awake, she blushes:
Fauna and flora a' dancing
A new constellation for dreams streams sequined in clouds,
brushing its silver with the needles of the evergreen
and setting bright canopy across the sky:
Aurora spread crisp wings in wanton flight
and swirl decaying stars to trail behind you.