Halt the Lambent

Ophelia, John William Waterhouse, 1889

[Ophelia by John William Waterhouse, 1889]

Halt the Lambent

The moment’s stroke to net your coltish soul

remains a point protected from the past

and from the future like a mercury drop,

complete. Come here, you say, it’s time, you tell

this creature in a doll-light voice. Your limbs

are ready, furled, to snatch the trembling thing

in one bright gestured breath. And in your palm

you scoop it to you soft across the wooded

table, cup it in the fleshy nest

and feed it simples bunched as many musks,

redolent verdure–eyes fall open, lids

hang back as wings wooze wide, and she is broken.


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