a journal of fantastical poetry

Mercury Retrograde Theatre

by by Sonya Taaffe

Radio is terrifyingly intimate.
       —Jean Cocteau, The Art of Cinema

Tune in for the shadow show—
tonight, Hermes is talking
the ghosts of the dead and never-born
across the fine wire between the unseen and the impossible,
a black-backed mirror humming like air about to burn.
Tonight the glass reflects
the numbers repeating
from the shores of Acheron to the jagged stars of Mars,
the cable-codes of sacrifice, exchange.
How many shades come flocking to the voices
giving sound to the story their silence always tells?
The poet draws his constellations freehand,
eyes closed as coins
so as not to break the spell.

May 1st, 2013

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