Visitor
You came unannounced, unalmanacked,
elbowing every cosmic fire
out of the lens’ ken. Your incandescence blacked
the firmament out entire,
and for a while, your brilliance sealed
the retinal mind’s edges. Your diamond hail
blinded us, and stupored eyes scrummed
for shafts of countless winking stars.
Past all wonder, senses numbed,
we watched your rainbow showers
scatter magic in their trail.
And then – nought. As swiftly as you’d blazed you were gone.
Poor Halleys we, we trawled in vain
the mocking void for telltale gleam, lambent spoor.
But black, resplendent, king once again
answered but with tawdry glass, a charlatan’s lure.
The spaces stared unmoving, blank of where you’d shone.
Labels: poetry
3 Comments:
Ah let me guess - an astronomer like Max? My knowledge of the celestial bodies is so limited I can only make out the moon in the sky (thank god for that!) This would make great reading coupled with Max's accounts on astronomy!
You'll never guess, Geetanjali :) Actually, the celestial visitor of the poem was a PERSON - someone who left the most spectacularly literate (and delightful) comments on my own blog about an year ago, and then VANISHED COMPLETELY. The poem was written for her, using what I thought was the most appropriate metaphor, viz. an astronomical one. And alas, no, I'm no astronomer myself: merely a stargazer :)
this one's good too... but loved "the color of love" .. its a lovelier poem, haven't read anything like it for sometime now... nice work.
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