Saturday, November 20, 2021

Shake Me Alight

Robin Dunn
—Poetry by Robin Wyatt Dunn, Tucson, AZ

already dead and ruined

the human torch
what light!

why is that I come to it
lights turned wide
Zeus' beckoning eyebrow
abrading flesh

perhaps it is that desire to be noticed
by Daddy
told that you are a good boy
and to be destroyed

dodge slow beneath the wave, my son
made of your own hands
turned back and up and in
to tear you into pieces
Eye of the Odean
—Public Domain Photo


not at the end of the day
not over the injustice
not solely of this Earth
the shapes below and overhead
pulsing the frame you see into the dark
naked to speak the names you knew when you were made
the painted star on your face

whose harbor voice laments
inviting you to remember the future come again
like hikers beneath their tors

college students drunk on love
over a frozen city
a dirigible
glistening at the morning star's first light

when we still counted souls
and still wrapped iron over the graves
(should they arise untimely)
and the sky was metal
covered in its garnet sheen

where are you now
when you speak that password
like a cryptography of Satan
made to make the Earth
and all of its inhabitants
each part inside each seed

shake me alight
tell me again what you saw, when you saw me
and tell me what it was

was it colored each inch of skin
pink and brown
was the shadow ornery and sallow
in its delight?

was the rankling fine
and were my evils rectified
in the coming of the sand over the white night light?

were you ignorant of your own faith
when you spoke to the shine and sleet of the beach?

how can you shake the pines out from their braces
if you don't know the meaning of the secrets?
it's not some accident
that careful pull towards the dove down
creeping soft
where the fire escape leans out into the blue
and young lovers hang their roots exposed over the rock

Before 1849, Saint Freeman, San Francisco,
was already a jewel,
its carved balconies and harbors
nearly 1,000 years old
Cathay gleaming

You are like that
beautiful amnesiac
yearning for the truth


Today’s LittleNip:

when in
abutting the sky
my love a statue against the day
limned in fury
—Robin Wyatt Dunn

Good morning, and our thanks to Robin Dunn for today’s fine poetry! For more about Robin, go to And while you’re there, scroll down to the bottom and check out the Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Association.

•••Tonight (Sat., 11/20), 6-7:30pm: Third Sat. Art Walk Poetry Open Mic in Placerville. Theme: Season of Small Kindnesses. Toogood Winery, 304 Main St., Placerville. Host: Lara Gularte.


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