Poems by John Pilkey |
Sandro Botticelli. Primavera (detail of Flora -1478) Evelina Elfintread Has come in Queen Titania's stead And left behind her dripping bed Of ancient rainforest. Helga Heelbright's expertise Consists of unselfconscious ease As though she were the way the trees Sometimes sway. Jennifer Joystep leads them all Into the bosom of a ball On white steps trained to cool and call Without a sound. Amy Amblesoft insists On speaking with her hands and wrists To signify that life consists Of manual motion. Barbara Baretread does her part By dint of charismatic art More futuristic than a dart To pierce our futile time. Dorothy Daystep glows in white Inevitable as figure slight But mightily decked out for flight In shoeless simplicity. All of them defy the dead As though the holy words they read Became the hand and foot and head In terrifying candor. Like hanging moss the waterfall Of their diluvian heel in hall Drowns dire urbanity, conceit and gall In white admiration. John Davis Pilkey |
The Convocation |
