We spent a winter evening
reclining in front of the fire
listening to Cave and Cohen
working our way through glass
after glass of cabernet sauvignon
we sang along in whispers
as the kindling crackled
and the logs spat sparks
closed our eyes and escaped
into lyric-conjured universes
envisioned desperate men
trudging through snow
lamenting lost loves
in desolate landscapes, kneeling
alone on stone church floors
dapper dark men in tailored suits
struggling to overcome grief
summoning beauty from darkness
crying out to a distant God
Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?
Perfect. I love the way you bring the bible in at the end, and the poem suddenly conjures Easter, as well as the two musical giants and their songs, as well as nostalgia for the speakers lost time. Very nicely done.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful atmospheric poem Nathaneal. Never dark though almost forsaken... art arises. This speaks!
ReplyDeleteMany thanks! The immediate inspiration for the poem was watching the new Nick Cave documentary over the Easter weekend.
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