At the Gates of Dawn
(a cento)
Night prowls, scratches sand, & then pads on,
the gnomes are sleeping in their gnomish homes,
when darkness is increased by 1, to 7
& from the icy waters underground
a scarlet eagle rises, shining gold
on all. Floating down, the light resounds
blindingly – flap flicker flicker / Blam pow pow –
& all the land is lime & limpid green.
Amidst the grass, dandelions thrive.
Buttercups cup the light in the foggy dew.
Change, return, success, going & coming,
nothing can be destroyed once & for all:
Look at the sun, look at the sky, look at the river
lazily winding, finding its way to sea.
~~
George J. Dance, 2007
from Doggerel, and other doggerel, 2015
[All rights reserved - used with permission]
Night prowls, scratches sand, & then pads on,
the gnomes are sleeping in their gnomish homes,
when darkness is increased by 1, to 7
& from the icy waters underground
a scarlet eagle rises, shining gold
on all. Floating down, the light resounds
blindingly – flap flicker flicker / Blam pow pow –
& all the land is lime & limpid green.
Amidst the grass, dandelions thrive.
Buttercups cup the light in the foggy dew.
Change, return, success, going & coming,
nothing can be destroyed once & for all:
Look at the sun, look at the sky, look at the river
lazily winding, finding its way to sea.
~~
George J. Dance, 2007
from Doggerel, and other doggerel, 2015
[All rights reserved - used with permission]
Lies through a Lens, A Pink Sunrise Disturbs the Quiet of the Blue Hour, Wareham UK, 2015.
George J. Dance biography
Also read: A Midwinter Night's Eve
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