March Madness Top Ten: The Magic Quilt/Zelda Reville

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Brother,

take your hefty quilt
from the closet, the one
capable of arabesques,
arias and spinning obelisks –

the Mad Hatter
who sets the sundial
for tea at half-past five!

Watch the glittering dust
unfurl and powder your nose,

casting forgotten incantations
on brittle keyboards
which no one can play,

except for
toothy grimoires
that let nothing
escape their beady eyes!

Now, flip the quilt
the wrong side out,

and watch
the glorious purple
that flies straight
from the heavens,

and the bloodied reds
hastily scraped from
shields and swords
on the battlefields.

Sniff the
musky life-force
of everlasting wine,

from which
naiads drew
and pledged
their dizzying joy to…

Brother,
if you smell this
spot over here –

you can discern
the faintest hint
of sandalwood

stained on this
illegally acquiesced
patch of velvet!

Now, open the quilt
and lay it on the floor;

and trace the tiny dots
crawling like white ants
over the inky pallor…

The moth-eaten square
and the familiar touch
of worn-out seams,

that seems to coax
a smile out
from your tired eyes!

Watch Pollux jeer
at Castor’s horse
while his brother
outsmarts him
with the royal whip;

or giggle at the
water-bearer
secretly picking his nose
as Taurus turns its head!

And – oh! Venus daintily
taking her royal place,
gold hair set on fire
as the Morning Star
in the glimmering dawn…

Just imagine –
if I could hear her sigh
just one more time!

It would sound
like the treasure
of oscillating gold,

the gloved allure
in the fragrance
of frangipani,

the stinging outrage
of spicy cloves
stained with salt crystals
from the Dead Sea,

or procured anklets
from the Far East
that decorate her
freshly cut beauty!

But, Brother!

Why must you hide her
in this musty closet?

Why not display her
colourful, untameable
nature;

for all to see?

Oh Brother !

Please tell me…

Is it your white coat
and horn-rimmed glasses
that has prevented you
from doing so?

But, Brother,

you should know that
the ripening fruit
of the March Madness
only comes in full force,
when the twilight melody
of the opportunistic nightingale
pervades the air!

The Editors Top Ten

Ligeia, under dimmed lights/Oloriel

A Moment of Dying/Kindra Austin

The Magic Quilt/Zelda Reville


Zelda Reville is the literary alias of DeanJean, who currently resides in Singapore. Her work has been published in a few poetry platforms, and she hopes to continue along that direction in the future. When not reading incessantly, she can be found day-dreaming in parks and amusing herself with obscure word puns.

Zelda can be found writing at zeldareville.wordpress.com

 

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