project:ballad

Ballad

“she comes, she comes”


Eleanor


hunter, hounds, and horn

through haunted forest, bare
branches of winter, bliss

of brazing sun, and on
the horsecloth the emblem shines,
emblazoned: an eagle with
sharp beak, a lion, and
a serpent, squirming worm

on the blue edge she stood,
unarmed, disarming

there on the green rim, dim,
her hem is full of oleanders
and by her side a golden deer

she reappeared and disappeared,
since then I longed
since then I feared
to see my darling