# 20

By Anselm Parlatore

                                      Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,

                                      Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways

                                                           Keats  “Endymion”



White ash, the burnt letter

the dark pages curled

scribbled lines traces

of betrayal, ash of love’s


shelter an exposed bone

whiter than the ash’s forbidden

scorching an inflamed sorrow

never to be a concealed sigh.



Obscured, the airy plumes

of discretion, the presaged consent

a furtive mourning, other sheaves

discolored, pale, decayed, shadowy


confessions from a time long past

when spacious spheres of bliss

feigning splendor surrendered, faint

ink trails wandering through the stains.




These poems from a sequence entitled “The Kingston Abstracts”

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