Project Progress

A draft of a new poem, in attempts to be concrete.

I feel good about the last stanza, but I could probably use some help with the first half.

[knitting nature .... not sold on the title yet]

A dull copper bar flows between

The dazzling man in the dress

And the runaway barmaid

He and his kind wife

With matching patience and hairstyles

Shyly watch the demons from the bank.

The maid pours mindless wishes

Through hair tangled and tired

Envying the wife's eyes

Filled with the milky warmth

Of babies and a husband.

Gravity lures dimming stars to a fold in the river,

Where Hell breathes his metallic liquor,

Knitting new law from sharpened nightmare,

To swallow nature in a sack,

And dress the meadow in pink.