City of Secrets
Madonna des Kanonikus Georg van der Paele, Detail: Bibel und Brille des Kanonikus
Jan van Eyck
I sit in the city of secrets
Chasing midnight dreams,
The sacrilege of smiles,
As lost as scars held tightly
On the shadow’s river.
The ghosts of spirits dance next to me,
Their first dance
Calibrated to end at black desire.
The devil dons her diadem
Seeking the restoration of urban fantasies
Milking a bit of death along the way
Out in the unincorporated zone
On a cold fired road.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013
I was waiting for jury duty in the county library--and made this up from book titles I saw on display in front of me.
posted for Poets United