Esther Greenleaf Murer
I started getting serious about learning the poetic craft when I turned seventy. My first collection, Unglobed Fruit, appeared in 2011. Links to many of my published poems may be found on my blog http://esthergreenleafmurer.blogspot.com/. I am featured poet in the June 2014 issue of KIN http://wearekin.org/author/egmurer/
Once the Spelljack
Once the spelljack has finished dangling
from the stone bridge over the gulch
and the melons have gone to their rest
under the eaves of silence,
then by a chainlinked happenstance
mercy’s piebald horse will come at last
to roost in the hammock which Great-aunt May,
unbeholden to fashion's trammels, wove
from burgeons of milkweed and sedge.
Then will the melons awaken
plump with succulent psalms to spirits
nearer by far than any zeitgeist's
gaudy insinuations of urgency.
And mercy’s piebald horse will neither
nicker nor neigh but will toss its quilted
mane in yeses of velvet.
Leave thy low-vaulted past
Caught between mirrors, the nautilus
preens to infinity – now admiring
the huddle of rusty quagga stripes
spoking its shell, now contemplating
its ninety tentacles and wishing
they weren’t so stubby. How much fun,
if they were long like a squid’s (being
so much more numerous), to twine them
into intricate shadow-plays – to replace
a dim dreaming life in sunless crypts
with the joy of creating – not just
fusty old mansions with their
idle doors and irised ceilings, but
(roly poly gammon and siphuncle)
collages with the hallmark: Naughty.
The mountain sheep
winding his horn,
bounding from crag to crag,
pauses in mid-leap,
tries to imagine
the delegates at the UN
pounding with shoes
tries and fails,
rewinds his horn,
and dines upon yuccas and scree.
Once the Spelljack was originally published in Lucid Rythms; Leave thy low-vaulted past and Perspective were originally published in Disembodied.
©2014 Esther Greenleaf Murer