The Mirror Needs Re-Silvering Poem by elysabeth faslund

Suture my mind with Moonflowers, at night.
When no one sees to see the white.
The gardenia/jasmine air blocked...and the
Knight takes the Queen, and a mad Queen
He got...and, he is too happy.

The mad Queen, mad Knight connect myths
To bricks in the castle walls, echoing down
Halls of bones...they do not rise to kneel, or
Kneeling, rise...bones lie. That's all.
All.

The Moonflowered castle sleeps with
Blossoms vining through windows...
Turrets spelled and sacrificed.
Bad dreams walk stones.
There are no swords single-edged.
Double-edged, nightmares always
Defeat bad dreams...mares live...
Did you not know?
Did you?

They snort screams louder just before dawn.
And Moonflowers fold their blooms
Before dawn.
I wake before dawn, laughing eyes opening,
Wondering if the night housed shadow.

If there were memories,
They are gone.
Closed blossoms remind me
Of coming night's
Lovely, fragrant white.