graphics The Distances (from The Songs Of The Erinnyes, Sonnets, Odes, and Elegies by Jay Noya, Brigantium Press)

Sonnet 155, The Distances, Second Series (from The Songs Of The Erinnyes, Sonnets, Odes, and Elegies by Jay Noya, Brigantium Press)

Sonnet 155

The yawning evening collapses the heavens with a thrust and a shake
It shuts up the day and ghostly cherubs and ghouls reel and tumble
Into sight dancing and gagging in the poisoned black midnight air
They celebrate unearthly and fantastic pleasures but are not alone
The hellish brood isn’t alone because they are surrounded
By bejeweled angels dancing brighter dances and singing dirges
Casting and muttering soul-blinding and heart-numbing incantations
And an iron water and volcanic ash penumbra hangs and rains and covers
All visible manifestations of form and life and color
Sounds are disguised and flash grey in the blinking soaring of a gull
The quarrel is over the honey-eyed woman’s voice curled in a narrow earthen bed
Angels and archangels and ghouls and ghosts wrangle and dispute
They war openly and let lose a shambles across the transparent horizon
They perish over the serpentine language that gargles and slithers with a scratch
Up and down the honey-eyed woman’s throat and accumulates in her mouth


© J.Noya 2010