Astrogony

Astrogony she’s studied long:
The origins of worlds and stars —
The heavens greet her with a song
In timeless mystic reservoirs

A dance among celestial climes,
The peace that comes at end of times,
She climbs to heaven on a string,
A girl in love with everything


(“Astrogony” (as·trog·o·ny) – the theory of the origin of stars. – Owen)

I Asked You Once

I asked you once why you were sad;
You said that it was nothing, then.
Then life turned more than slightly mad,
And I lost track of you, my friend.

But now, I know the load you bore;
That you kept there, behind a door,
The hidden life you showed to none,
Although I wish you’d told

Just one

Snapshot: First Impression

A moment tinged with wariness,
A sense that danger’s coming near;
A feeling that she can’t express,
A vague, but unrelenting, fear –

She sees a face she loves and knows:
Her sister smiling, drawing close,
So tries her unnamed dread to stay
And meet her sister’s fiancée

On 11th Street

So much in every corner shop
The lights, the horns, the signs, the smells
There really isn’t time to stop
The once-shy heart within her swells

She’s got no time for fear, or fake
This is the trip she had to make
To make a woman out of shards
And live outside a house
Of cards

Bote

[Note: the word is pronounced “boat”. – Owen]


The true bote of our guilt and shame,
The expiation of our hate,
To own the truth and take the blame,
And not to self-exonerate

These medieval virtues seem
And ancient wisp or fading dream:
For now, all innocence is bought,
And our one sin is getting caught


From Middle English bōte (“advantage, benefit, profit; relief, salvation; atonement, amends, expiation; cure”)


Picture credit : Yung Chao Chen

a line of wonder

a line of wonder in the grass,
a heartbeat in a world of stone;
a different lesson, school, and class,
an octave and a semitone —

the filtered true, the vivid false,
the dirge that leads us to the waltz,
with music ringing in the air,
and lines of wonder everywhere