Poem 113: Zelda

those musical twilights 

the indigo wash formed 

limp gusts of gloom

long flowing satin covers

disintegrated into 

black lace and pale hours 

a cataract on the floor

under the sombre 

ironic golden halo 

lank contemporaneous 

silhouettes twisted and 

tore off short leaves 

of youngness

drunk as debutantes 

the cosmos 

smelted into the 

fashionable incompetence

and nebular significance

of serious people 

fervently impassive

huddling and twinkling 

by moonlight

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

My respects to Zelda Fitzgerald, author of Save Me the Waltz (her only novel). From a few paragraphs of her book, I created a short erasure, which evolved into this poem.

Poem 113: Zelda