Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Dolores Stewart: "Outside"

October.  Its brilliant festival of dry
and moist decay.  Its spicy, musky scent.
The church's parking lot deserted
except for this one witness,
myself, just resting there.

Somewhere a radio plays Flamenco.
A spotlight of sunshine falls on the scattered debris.
Blood-red and gold, a perfect circle of leaves
begins to whirl,
slowly at first, keeping the pattern,
clicking against the blacktop
like heels and  castanets,
then faster, faster, faster. . .
round as a ruffle, as the swirling
skirts of an invisible dancer.
Swept off into the tangled woods
by the muscular breeze.
The hoarse cheering of crows.

Inside the dark empty church,
long cool shadows, white-painted wood,
austere Protestant candles thriftily snuffed,
Perhaps a note on the altar,
Gone dancing. Back on Sunday

"Outside" by Dolores Stewart, from The Nature of Things. © Bellowing Ark Press, 2011.  

Art credit: "Swirling Leaves," photograph by the Clonmel Garden Centre. 

1 comment :

  1. I love the image of that breeze as the invisible dancer, a skirt of leaves swirling, and recognize to the habit of sitting in the car sometimes just to watch what is going on in the world. And that note, how wonderful that would be . . . that the people in charge of church would abandon the building to dance in the wind and the leaves! Joy for all!


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