Dawnsong, or William Blake 5.0

We are the mythmakers
and shapeshifters,
the water threads
unraveling
foam
under the bridge
that knows
its lofty tether
to sky
as part of ancestral bind
and the dead honed
to be risen;
we, the Drummer’s
flat, furied palms
seeding thunder
to braised skin,
mount Love
like a steed
running backwards
to catch the tailend
of lightning
in its most current
rate of siege,
we, brothers to Ophelia,
and sisters to Orpheus,
sire words
and music as deeds,
and  heedless soulplay,
to give Romanticism
its tectonic makeover
and new breed
of livewire dreamers;
we are as ancient
as we are unborn,
and between peals
of silence
you will find us
tuning up
to sound
the dawn.

 

 

 

 

 

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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, performer, and playwright, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of four novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, and No Man’s Brooklyn; a collection of stories, Freeze Tag, two poetry collections, Arclight and Moonglow on Mercy Street; and a fable, The Jackdaw and the Doll, illustrated by Izumi Yokoyama. He also adapted classic fables, which were paired with the vintage illustrations of artist, Paul Bransom, for the collection: Once Upon a Time, Classic Fables Reimagined. His produced, full-length plays include: LOBSTERS ON ICE, ADAGIO FOR STRAYS, THE BEST MEDICINE, ZEITGEIST, U.S.A., and WEREWOLVES DON’T WALTZ.
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1 Response to Dawnsong, or William Blake 5.0

  1. We are as ancient as we are unborn. I love all of the wisdom in that sentence, you nailed it.

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