Barbara Guest

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


A Dawn Walk

 


Who took the tapestry from off the wall?

Who removed the silver lining?

                             A dawn walk in the tousled hall.




                              Dissolve the curiosities,

                              Pierrot of the mountain.

In the
Alps of your being there is trust.

                                                    Search for trust.

It may be in the
Alps of your soul,

young squire who tends the furnace,

                               who remarks on landscape finery.                        

 


 

 

 

The Gold Tap



The arrival of a winter morning clasping its bandeau of sleep.

Marionettes are late rising. They go to sleep in early morning,

after bringing their hands to the gold tap and drinking its rare water.