A.E. Stallings

The Knight’s Maze, Eastnor CastleFor John

Our teenagers turn kids again, amazedBetween tall hedges, planted to confound.They race ahead to the unknown, unfazedTo meet with cul-de-sacs, and turn around.

Between tall hedges planted to confound,Retracing steps – no cell phones and no map –They meet with cul-de-sacs, and turn aroundLaughing. We follow, part and overlap,

Retracing...

Autumn cyclamen,booby-trapping underfootlike a mistimed spring,

clutch of shame’s blushes,flock of flamingos balancedon slender stemware

or mad flight of hats,magenta origami,by Schiaparelli,

above ground, you standpoised as flames on candlewicks,but under earth I

know you’re a heavydark mass, circular tuber,a flat severed breast

like a loaf of bread,toughened and covered in...

Without it, what is lemon, what is mint? –Coffee and chocolate, caffeinated brown.Ghosted by a sense that takes no hint,I feel let down.

It’s hardly tragedy that I can’t tellThe milk’s gone off, eggs rotten. It’s no jokeWith other things though – no internal bellThat signals smoke

(The toast burned or the house on fire). SweetI have, and bitter, I have sour...

Tu ne quaesieris …

The plum tree’s dying branch by branch,A candelabra going dark.Leaves ticket down, no avalanche,A gangrene inches through the bark.

Fruit trees are short-lived. So we’d heard.For years we thought its time had come;Yet each spring bridal blossoms stirredAnd each year purpled into plum.

One summertime will be its last –I think it’s this one. You do...

Central Athens

Too full of fret to sleep, I roseTo hear the grey of dawnAnd watch the shapes of things composeBefore the day turned on.A motorcycle one street overMade the morning shift(Or furtive homecoming from lover).The dark began to sift

Like coffee grounds. Then liquid, clear,As cool as water, brightAs sunlight striking windows, sheerMusic scaled a heightPast fire escapes, so that I heardA...