Skip to main content

Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
Home
Contents
Biographies
Submissions
Archives
Editors
Contact Us
Publications
Policies

Rapt with Oil and Balms

 

The priest circles his tomb

Waiting for one star to penetrate

His narrow channel.

  

Flowers on both banks of the Nile

Open their parched arms in parallel

For the glorious sound of flooding.

  

In the telescopic room

Contemplation anticipates eternal bliss:

Walking hieroglyphs temper their pacing

  

While on the muddy tributaries boys swirl their poles

Until old men arrive in their mirror of water.

Weirdly the flowers smile, and vanish in small eddies.

  

In the youth of ontogeny

Some almost perfect structure reassembles

Individual fingerprints, embedded longings.

 

                                          -Laura Manuelidis