Here is more of the wonderful poetry of LIAN FROST
AVALON REMEMBERED
A cold hearth to forgotten rites
In the green wood of another time
Before the home fires of a familiar touch
Burned on the stone etched altar
Of my name.
Awakened by a single breath
As the blue sky parts
Before the arc
Across the canyon between flesh
Carved in an ice age
That held primitive hopes captive
As waxing crescent moon
Eclipses harsh desert sun
Harvest tides shape
The immaculate sands
Of a secret shore.
All the shells of a vast ocean
Hum with the music
Of a lifetime’s alluvial song.
Where the fire and water briefly reconcile
In the breath of mists
We uncover the magic
of our hidden myths
Where unicorns dance over thorny paths
And stones thrown
With black and blue purpose
Fall to earth, beneath us.
In the twilight atmosphere
Beyond the hand’s grasp
The stars speak a secret language
Above the trespass of words.
Copyright Lian Frost 2001
FORGOTTEN ART
A shooting star falls to silence
Unremarked by artists of a lesser god
Mud hens praise their gilded feathers
While aurora borealis dances
Across their not so starry nights.
The thunder of cloven hooves
Tramples butterflies
Unheard in a hymn to iridescence
Even in a darkened dawn
Morning glories are coloring
Over carefully drawn charcoal lines.
Standing alone on a beige island
In the rainbow wash of creation
Watching from shore
As white canvas dreams
Sail out of sight on a pastel ocean
Narcissus looks in a mirror
Under the heavenly canopy
And battling angels of Michelangelo.
In a chapel by the wayside
Where wooden beams form a cross
Doves rise from the luminary hands
Of an unsung artist
Painting in a gold tone unfashionably quiet
In its eclipse of the sun
Red dye spilling from his palette
Turns into wine.
In a simple sketch left out of the limelight
Shimmering dragonflies walk on water
Above the buzz of kudos and bows
A nightingale’s song parts a sea of dark
Without the sound of applause.
Copyright Lian Frost 2001
THE MUSIC IN SILENCE
The whispered chant of the trees
In answer to
The unanswered question
Lost in the roar of the requiem
For all the caged immortals.
Their stampede down the night
Drowning out the choir song of the grass
In its communication with the rain.
All the crouching hidden beasts
Un tamed by any Orphian lullaby
Perform in endless tragedy
While Deus ex Machina
Ascends with every breath.
The lament of our civilized wounds
Rings from the shattered glass
Of the loving cup.
Poised on the brink
A leap of faith,
Or the fall to earth
The cry at the edge of flesh
Echoes from the cold ivory
Of all our idolatrous towers,
As the air hums in psalmody
To the passing of the angels.
Copyright Lian Frost 2001
THE PRICE OF APPLES
God's gift to Adam and Eve
The temptation to fall
Outcast from the garden
Where life was a still glass pool,
Paragons had forgotten how to fly
And the red ripen fruit
Never fell far from the tree.
Paradise lost,
By the road meant to be taken
To reach for the sun's fire
When the salt of the earth poured
Into the sky between every stone.
One night of dancing
In the blue panorama
Of an al fresco dream,
Horizons loomed large
Beyond the grass wall
Where serpents
With iridescent coils to their tongues
Whispered of an ambrosia
To kill the appetite for daily bread
A taste of unfiltered light
Above a ceiling of leaves
Tear the garment of earth
In a possession of the wind,
Burned by the luciferous cloth
Of the morning star.
At the altitude of Mt. Olympus
Tears turn into falling snow
As pyramids rise out of the earthen shards
And Prometheus' gift is unbound
In the evensong of our fall,
We unveil our wings
To consummate heavenly vows
In marriage to earth, air, water, and flame.
Copyright Lian Frost 2001
