Dancing Poetry

                        PEGASUS

      By Ruth Wildes Schuler, Novato, CA

 

White winged wonder navigating the celestial cosmos

gathering stardust from dwarfed red stars,

and descending to sprinkle the powers

of inspiration on earth’s artistic population.

A bit of yellow on Van Gogh

before his easel in a hayfield,

green on Hemingway in his emerald hills of Africa,

gold on Isadora Duncan’s toes,

a rainbow mixture on a playwright on Stratford on Avon,

and behind the Great Wall in the courtyard

of Li Po, particles of orange,

then a shade of love’s blue sky

on a poetry dancing troop,

surrounded by a poet’s group beside the Golden Gate.

 

The flights across the Zodiac

stretch back centuries.

The journeys never end only begin

with new descents from dark nebulas,

to drop pink particles on a solitary yurt

in the Mongolian desert,

red hearts for the Browning’s, Monet’s floating water lilies,

Kafka’s black abstractions and Byron’s sea-green Greek  

     waters,

Kipling’s wandering holy men,

and then the White Cliffs of Dover

with blue birds over, and the jade hills

of Samoa where Robert Louis Stevenson lies.

A sprinkle on Paris street painters along the Seine

and red on whirling dervishes with pounding feet on

    Turkish streets.

 

Soar to the heavens once more magnificent friend,

beat your hooves on the Polestar and the Dog Star,

to gather the galaxy dust, and thus,

once again begin your return to earth,

sprinkling stardust on us to give creativity its birth.