Sunday, April 23, 2017

AC Evans, VESPULA VANISHES


Vespula Dreaming, image by AC Evans 




VESPULA VANISHES

Unto the darkness

Through the light she came;
Out of the light she came;
The light flaring white, across the grass
Where blind statues stand, indifferent to worldly cares.

So, the Lady Vespula was born from nowhere,
Bathed in light and pain,
Her hair was black, her eyes were blue,
Her velvet robe was emerald green, laced with gold,
And, standing there, as the light faded into mist,
It was as though she could not speak.

The Lady Vespula looked at the dancing fountains,
She looked at the deserted lawns, the well-tended shrubs,
The tall, elegant trees reaching up into a cloudless sky;
It was as though she could not speak.

Through the light she came;
Out of the light she came;
But the light was no more, the world ignored her pain,
Seeming distant, alien and estranged from all desire.

So the Lady Vespula longed for the night,
She longed to bathe in darkness and pure sensation.
Black was her hair, as black as the night,
Blue were her eyes, as deep as the fathomless sea,
And, standing there, as day faded to dusk;
It was as though she could not speak.

Into the twilight she glided;
Towards the darkness she glided;
Yes, the light was no more, yes the world ignored her pain,
And another life was possible, evoked by her gaze.

So, Lady Vespula, immaculate daughter of light
Hurried towards the darkness, her darkness, unfolding.
Black was her hair, as black as this darkness,
Dark blue were her eyes, as blue as the empty sky, and
Striding towards the darkness, she entered the darkness,
A ghostly shape of desire dissolving into the night.


—AC Evans


No comments:

Post a Comment