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A SHIVER OF PICTURES
Jane Reichhold
Charles B. Dickson


Dawn's faint wind
awakening under closed eyes
a shiver of pictures


out of a dream of unicorns
into a moonflower fragrance


you as Lancelot
and she your Guienevere
ages


high above Stonehenge
a glitter of eagles


moonshadows carve
letters deep in the portal
a sculpture garden

now swiftly the grace
of a cougar leaping



a May morning
of prisms and plum bloom
wild canaries


covering cabin walls
papered with old calendars



antebellum attic
cobwebs cocoon
a flintlock rifle


scattering spilled war medals
the cat pounces on a mouse



requiescat
and then a long long silence
after taps is played


mass graves in the desert
wind-blown sand whispers prayers



where Huguenots knelt
vast spread of the water oaks
shading the chapel


winter moon in the mistletoe
dark voices of man and maid



a romp with Robin
in Sherwood Forest
bees in the glade


bodies powdered with pollen
from a bed of wildflowers



after their revel
among hemlocks and trillium:
poison ivy


cold on his fingers
the cup handed to Socrates



a circle
the roundness of living
a drop


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