Melusine & Lunar Sea
By Caliche Fields
Melusine
and i scream
my eyes winged
into my coffee fresh
pressed and oiled
as he weeps, pouts
his quarantine
he’s rapt and keen
splashing cross the door
for fairied in-between
and he peaks
revived temptation
but i’m out, i’m out.
Lunar Sea
Do I bedim the mind with moon’s mirage,
ascended from such depths of lunacy?
Such vigor e’en Endymion applauds.
Colossal mounds traversed and found too odd
with springs and ponds reflecting lunar seas.
I do bedim the mind with moon’s mirage.
Aweary ‘round the witching hour I plod.
My path illumed a lea by Hecate;
sound slumber e’en Endymion applauds!
Phobean swans upon their lake do nod
and rest within her silver verity.
I do bedim the mind with moon’s mirage.
In darkness silent her domains dislodge
ethereal orbs, their discrepancy;
such vigor e’en Endymion applauds.
And, satellites once roused perceive in awe
seraphic crescents crowned ahead laurī!
I do bedim the mind with moon’s mirage,
with vigor that Endymion applauds.
Caliche Fields (@calichefields) lives upon the prehistoric ruins of the permian basin; an MA candidate specializing in the poetry of Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz. They’re rooted in interdisciplinary natures and their work dwells within the kitchen, its sciences and philosophies.