Word

Last semester, we poets of CCC were asked to submit works to the art and design department for a collaboration project. They put them up on a wall. Here's how mine turned out (they shifted it about a little, so I retyped the poem below).



















Beneath the Cupola

A cloister hushed in predawn haze.
Pale bellies of curtains exhale secrets.
The sun roof’s pudendum bulge
enfolds the oval balcony below.
Doors steal glances from mirrors
as beams sink deep into the room.
The gilded railing shivers as tilting rays tickle
calligraphic curls of metalwork.
In the refracted glimmer, floor tiles giggle.
Frescos flutter, until flustered,
and shimmering, the whole room shudders.