Tilt-a-Whirl
A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms

Halo

by Esther Greenleaf Mürer

My hair would make a pretty blaze,
a signal flare atop Mount Zion
burning for a thousand days,
outdazzling Venus and Orion.

A signal flare atop Mount Zion,
avatar of light-pollution
outdazzling Venus and Orion,
the full moon’s sudden diminution.

Avatar of light-pollution
blotting out the Zodiac,
the full moon’s sudden diminution
sending shivers down my back.

Blotting out the Zodiac,
Virgo, Libra, Capricorn,
sending shivers down my back:
Suppose I never had been born

because the sign of Capricorn
was darkened for a thousand days?
And if I never had been born
I couldn’t set my hair ablaze.



Esther Greenleaf  Mürer lives in Philadelphia. Her poetry has recently appeared or is forthcoming in Able Muse, Umbrella, Pemmican, and Drunken Boat.



 


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