The Colossus Choir.

I heard the song of the colossus choir.

Singing in proverbs

stolen from the abyss. The sombre day renewing and so we

loved the force that approaches, the confession and conviction

of vision and invention.

Horse’s tails frolic in the wind.

In a chamber of numbers that took the form of things unknown

by man, I composed vast shapes with fire of crimson red, from

the seed of an oak. The sound of lute and harp rang out like

waves on silver rocks on the circling shore of naiads.

In mighty rivers, the daughters of the eternal flame swim in

favorable seasons, softening the new form. But now, with stars

sinking into dreams, I saw the aspect of my light in the arms of

chariots riding on the faith of my intoxication. I halted in

excitement. The night cannot restrain you!

My imprint embroidered on holy temple walls for all to see and

chant.

Now a rumor in the fabric of time.

Reviews

[Stella Armour]

I have the feeling that you are an American person Danny, and yet you write so much about the English way and English history ... fascinating.

[Betty Hermelee]

This is a well written poem that bespeaks of biblical intonations of which I have no knowledge, yet it also bespeaks of a dream, an epiphany, riding chariots in the night sky; your word are well chosen and vivid images pop out. Well done!

[John the Baptist]

Has something of the sound of the Book of Revelation, though no specific creed is mentioned. Comes across as a vision or a near death experience, rising to a crescendo of exaltation. Then the last line kicks the supports from beneath it, and we wonder if it was all just hallucinatory. A strange, moving, mystical piece.

[Danny Metcalfe]

Thank you! I really appreciate your feedback.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Your poem is smooth, very fluid and beautiful.

[Danny Metcalfe]

Thank you!