DRAFT TWO (new S3)
Trio at Ravenna’s Basilica di Sant’Apollinare Nuovo
For years I’ve been your fangirl, from afar.
A hundred million
smalti, sparkling gold,
cannot upstage the spectacle you are.
You’re absolutely fabulous -- threefold!
You’ve stepped in synch through eras. Strutted. Strolled.
Tight pants in triple shades of leopard skin
show off the way each well-turned calf and shin
remains unique, despite same-swiveled hips.
My hopes to see you, though, have hit the bin.
Your thrills will have to be another trip’s.
Your Phrygian caps (rust-red, not cinnabar)
said “Persians!” once, though modern eyes are told
“The Smurfs!” or “Santa!” In the repertoire
of flourishes your cape-hems have unscrolled,
one hears “Magician!”, mostly -- but I’m old
enough that my pop culture reference din
screams “Liberace!” “Presley!” “Brown!” I grin.
Those Vegas vibes enhance, and don’t eclipse,
your splendor. But tonight my smile is thin.
Your thrills will have to be another trip’s.
Although I haven’t seen you,
au revoir.
Who knows how your finale might unfold?
Christ’s mother might be offered caviar
(no -- something
à la King, thus casseroled!)
from those impressive vessels that you hold.
We’ll miss it. Mom is set on turning in.
Blame jet lag. I admit, to my chagrin,
I’m tuckered, too. You’ll join our list of skips.
Although I doubt I’ll pass this way again,
your thrills will have to be another trip’s.
Your Majesties, please tell my friends within
the chorus line of virgin saints you spin
before (Epiphany/Apocalypse?)
I’m sleep-deprived beyond adrenaline.
Your thrills will have to be another trip’s.
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DRAFT ONE'S S3:
Although I haven’t seen you,
au revoir.
The Virgin Mary might be casseroled,
or soup-tureened, or offered caviar
from those impressive vessels that you hold --
who knows how your finale might unfold?
Not I, alas. Mom’s set on turning in.
Blame jet lag: I admit, to my chagrin,
I’m tuckered, too. You’ll join our list of skips.
Despite my doubts I’ll pass this way again,
your thrills will have to be another trip’s.