those musical twilights
the indigo wash formed
limp gusts of gloom
long flowing satin covers
disintegrated into
black lace and pale hours
a cataract on the floor
under the sombre
ironic golden halo
lank contemporaneous
silhouettes twisted and
tore off short leaves
of youngness
drunk as debutantes
the cosmos
smelted into the
fashionable incompetence
and nebular significance
of serious people
fervently impassive
huddling and twinkling
by moonlight
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
My respects to Zelda Fitzgerald, author of Save Me the Waltz (her only novel). From a few paragraphs of her book, I created a short erasure, which evolved into this poem.
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