Apostate Seraphim

by Charles Sielert / Libra - Not entered

Apostate Seraphim

Again, I wait as dusk and moon
  Descend and rise to cloak, disclose
Worlds dying and awakening--
  Two realms in balance, juxtaposed.

Again, I anxiously await
  The owl to call before I wing
To meet him and cross over to
  His netherworld--my soul: propine.

...Each hooded 'gainst the frost, we soar
  Above the alder flats; we search
With tawny eyes the forest floor;
  In victory we rise and perch

To pick the bones of careless mice
  Beneath the Asia-marching moon,
Above the river rimed with ice--
  Between quiescence, murmured rune.

...Again, as morning climbs the limbs,
  We part, fulfilled, without a sound--
The one: apostate seraphim;
  The other: by free will unbound.

(C) 4-28-96  Charles Sielert

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Date created: 1996-05-01 20:11:05
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:38:47
Poem ID: 44905

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