MISS GANYMEDE
In the cluttered black
Arden
of the universe
she does her fated
rounds
serving up auspicious
revelations
of the most human brand
of wisdom
for its drolly-querulous
inhabitants
Suitors hypnotized
by the orbitals of her
patrician past
clamour to her redefined
surface
smitten by her
independent magnetism
quizzical of what they
see
in the hermetic flesh of
icy masculinity
encoating her pragmatic
woman's squalls
of thermal sustenance
Her destiny cannot
believe her ears
or their eyes in the
self-censored guise
entertaining their
sublime confessions
unchained by the loosest
tongues
hushing
faintly-conscious recollections
of encounters in a
mutually
open forum of fanciful
suggestions
Her destiny is to reveal
all
when their evolution
tickles self-discovery
like a comedic plot that
stumbled into
tragedy's boudoir
Only then will she prop
up their existence
and become the bride to
the groom
surest of his
life-expectancy's dependence
on the sentiment that
turns and tosses
underneath her
frost-bitten cloak
of domestic serendipity
DESTINY'S SPADEWORK
Miles and borders
Wedges
Wanderlust children
locked in the Sun's hula
hoop
claim visions of
sugarplum prairies
Downplayed mountains
speckle the globe
like tectonic acne
Topography's tease
The monitor was so
promising
Dimensions spawn
in the tatters of
ambition
like fused particles of
colloquial bridges
Keyboards sprout vocal
chords
and philosophies huddle
under
shy amusement
humming to the hymn of a
discovery
wrapped up in the chords
of enraptured fingertip
choirs
I LONG TO HUMANIZE
Rabid shivers of my
discontent's
effortless betrayal melt
in the poetic
envelope of your
embracing grandeur
like a liniment of
aromatic soul
from the fingertips of
tender Iris
angel of apricity
resigned to frayed
domestication in
obstruction's errands
Along the way you found
me free of destiny
and whispered into my
ornate
solander of contracted
soliloquies
disentangled savage
scribbles
with the breath
exonerated from
your hallowed poesy's
kiss
and encased me in a
rainbow of
vociferous enlightenment
Sentiments applied to
chronicles
of where you've been in
flesh and mind
embattle me in fists of
rain never failing to
congeal into little
mirror balls of dew
that trifle with my
green feet and navigate
the ladders of my veins
unearthing
visions of a dance
supplanted swiftly
into melodies of
dedication to the metaphors
I long to humanize in
hands relieved of pens
and fanned out in
conscientious fingertips
imprinting literal
replies on your unbridled being
Steven Fortune is a resident of Sydney, Nova Scotia (Canada) and a
graduate of Acadia University (English Literature/History) where he served as
Editor-In-Chief of the Arts Faculty journal. He’s released five poetry
collections to date, has edited several works by others for his publisher, and
has also appeared on CBC Radio, while his work has been featured and read on
several radio programs. He also aspires to write for the stage and is
currently working on his first play.
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