Prism Quotes

“She was walking in the cherry orchard
& the moon washed the stiff folds
Of her gown with the misery of the century

& ah those blisters of consciousness bursting
All around her in the air like
Descartes’ shooting stars piercing the blackening sky

As above her those dangling constellations of
Tiny cerise planets trembled
With the held expectations of the evening just past

from “Cerise”
― David St. John, Prism