The Pylon And The Scarf
A silk scarf of crimson elevates
Like a sky-bound alien manta ray
The deep glowing slate heavens shimmer
Casting the pylon a mysterious aura of golden silver
And reflects a light so fierce
A totem of shining mirror..
The darkest cream grey sky
Whisked and liquefied
Blasts down still-life breaths
Pummelling the mustard grass
Like bleached wig hair
sucked into a cyclonic vacuum cleaner's vortex
Brooding tides of air currents
caress and lift this abandoned scarf playfully (lovingly) higher
As it arcs the beaming pylon
In spirals it drifts..
Like a dancer frozen
A bashful pageant Christ
His six energy-god arms seem to outstretch
Perhaps to catch her..
The orphaned scarf
Here in the so silent day after a night
Abandons itself in turn to the pagan power line
Like a spaceman..