(After JKD’s “Athena”)
See azure, hard snows; hear winds.
The barred window mirrors the rough, red arc.
Shuddered of her; she sprang out,
torrid, tidal, her face ancestral, brazen.
Her obsidian defiance,
Her stillness, her gazelle flight.
Wedded to bronze, to arrow shafts,
riding air, she shadows the meridian.
Tuesday poem #577 : Henry Gould : AUTUMN LEAVES
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