Howdy folks and happy Saturday. I missed excerpt week a few weeks back and thought I’d try to make up for it. This isn’t actually excerpt in the traditional sense — it’s actually a poem based on my novelette, “A Weeping Czar Beholds the Fallen Moon.” The story is deep in the back story of my Psalms of Isaak series and will eventually expand into a series all its own. This poem will be integrated into that series. Now, I don’t write a lot of poetry so be gentle with me. It makes less sense if you’ve not read the novelette, which is written from Frederico’s POV.
So without further ado, here we go….
by Ken Scholes
Do you think, my love,
I do not know just what you do
You up there upon the dock
You of the land
Me here your loving ghost beneath the water
As you play
Upon your harp the very song
I taught you
A song of night sowing
Like the love we made with our voices and sighs
Late into our silver crescents
Only to, after giggles, fall asleep together
And wake up with the tears of our separation
As the distance of sky between us grew
You play it, our song,
To remind me who I am to you
And to share what we can share
Me beneath the waves
You bathed in the blue green light of me
On this moonless night
As I sing with you and shine in the shadows
Your moving fingers cast.
I will bargain Rufello from his grave and
Bid him bear me from the water
And wrap me in glass and hope and steel
You will no longer weep
My lover, my Czar,
When I stagger uncertain, drunk on love and metal legs
Into your waiting embrace
Once of the moon and then of the water
But shipwrecked now
Upon the island of you.
And there you have it. Something of an excerpt and part of a larger story framework that I’m working on for Someday. Trailer Boy out.