Poet's Corner: on new year's eve by Evie Shockley

[stonepicnicking_okapi]

on new year’s eve by Evie Shockley

we make midnight a maquette of the year:
frostlight glinting off snow to solemnize
the vows we offer to ourselves in near
silence: the competition shimmerwise

of champagne and chandeliers to attract
laughter and cheers: the glow from the fireplace
reflecting the burning intra-red pact
between beloveds: we cosset the space

of a fey hour, anxious gods molding our
hoped-for adams with this temporal clay:
each of us edacious for shining or
rash enough to think sacrifice will stay

this fugacious time: while stillness suspends
vitality in balance, as passions
struggle with passions for sway, the mind wends
towards what’s to come: a callithump of fashions,

ersatz smiles, crowded days: a bloodless cut
that severs soul from bone: a long aching
quiet in which we will hear nothing but
the clean crack of our promises breaking.

Comments

[thatjustwontbreak]

I love this. Anxious gods indeed. I also have learned the word "maquette" from this poem.

[stonepicnicking_okapi]

Wonderful. I am glad someone else likes it, too. Yeah, we have plenty of those these days, mm. I used 'maquette' as my word of the day on Monday. It was new to me too.

[spiralicious]

I love this. Especially the last line.

[stonepicnicking_okapi]

Wonderful. I am so glad!