04.12.2017

A Few Rhymes Out of Milton

What is holy
renders only

what light
leaves to fate.

Surrender Sun

to dark stream
the vulgar claim

the Star of Satan.

But euphrasy
—lunar phrasing—

flares
wandering fires

the unruly Sun’s
alluring bronze

swallows
whole,

swollen earth-drawn fleck
this dark technology of magic

spells.

Peter O'Leary (© 2017)