(Flammulina velutipes)
An opera jacket
was gifted to me—
I didn't ask for it—black
satin crepe, spangled
with random beads.
I could wear it
to a performance
in a theatre, my love
guiding me through rows
of velvet-tufted seats until
we come to P-64, P-66
and the lights lower.
Between the world we left
when we passed through
the doors, and the world
beginning to unreel before us,
there is a vastness I can't
fathom or cross. Caps of rust
brown and golden yellow
tether the edges,
darkening with time,
clustered on wood.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
What a wonderful poem, Luisa! I like its light-footedness.
The stanzas that Dave chose for the Digest –
“Between the world we left
when we passed through
the doors, and the world
beginning to unreel before us,”
strike me as what I might have written
on Sept 20 (bday, bits on Digest) if I hadn’t been
serious and literal — trying to get it right,
for others. I’m not a fan. More of a fan
of Rene Char: “How can we live
without the unknown before us?”
And of your and Dave’s daily and weekly online
work! Awe.
Thank you, Jill! <3