Antiperistasis Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Fused through finest fairy fission,
emerald, jasper, jade,
to nothingness soon fade.
High symbols of romance soon fade
beside volcanic fires displayed
in dancing eyes of fairest maid,
who is a most enchanting vision!

Lovely, angel apparition!
in grey-green woolen plaid,
and cape of light brown suede.
Soft phantom of delight, when laid
upon my sight, as I surveyed
perfection’s sweet facade
reminiscent of great Titian.

And should e’er in exhibition
your image be portrayed
in Florence, Sorbonne, Slade,
should ever this win accolade
it would be truth betrayed,
pale imitation made
of all thats best in heaven!

My soul is bound, in prison.
Name hidden, homage paid,
For were my heart X rayed
or its sheathed sinews open laid,
by scalpel blade displayed,
Could purity persuade?
Why this sudden disparatition?

Why has our trysting been repaid
by such a very brief fruition?
Please reply to my petition,
to clarify your opposition.

These empty compliments, when paid,
put people in a false position,
ever appear an imposition.
To be my poor soul’s sole physician
was this your heart’s supreme ambition?
or, only angry at dismission,
you lampoon love in pasquinade?

Perhaps your reason, Sir, has strayed,
mazed by a misplaced supposition!
I never thought to craze, imprison,
heart elsewhere already given.
My goal it neither was, nor mission,
to daze your soul into submission,
I sought a comrade, not a cade!

Imaginations may be swayed,
for Eros is a fly magician,
leading emotion’s ebullition
down, down to bottomless perdition,
like siren sweet, mermaid musician
rewarding passion with prodition.
Tis true, you fantasies obeyed.

With time, all ardour tends to jade,
so rectify this biased vision!
I am no perfect acquisition
like Caesar’s wife, above suspicion!
Before you reach a wrong decision
distrust distorted intuition,
shun this charade, false masquerade!

Another my fair hand has prayed.
Although resenting inquisition
I’ve explained my evanition:
Do not dispute, please, this decision.