the lost park

Se perdió el laberinto. Se perdieron todos los eucaliptos ordenados.
Gone was the labyrinth. Lost the eucalyptuses so well aligned

Jorge Luis Borges – Elegy for a Park

refining the marshes where gardens struck
gold in the muck of ages
and though time pieces fail, yet there is honeysuckle
tendrils can always tangle up a jungle maze
erasing boundaries beyond limitation 

a strange creation now with the labyrinth gone
Asterion bewildered by such sudden wilderness
harnessed man and beast to seven sisterly stars
each Fall discharging balefully with fine meteoric ire
fireballs of Halloween where the fleet periodic comet
posits over and again indivisibility of an eliptical river 

one mirador with cursory views of long gone faces
can yet trace all who've outlived reflection
some are still here to hear the silent fountain
fortune's rusty squeak of roundabout and swing
giddy giggling children buried in nettles
tennis balls mislaid and rope moldering in a rubbish skip
I go tip-toeing around nostalgia for the lost park

Adding my versifying voice to the Poetry Pantry

33 thoughts on “the lost park

    1. The sisters are the clue to the Minotaur! Nostalgia can be cloying so we have to tread lightly Sherry

  1. This has such poise about it…elegant phrasing lifting itself from the page to make you stop and read again and then smile a smile that says ‘i wish i’d written that’

  2. Such nostalgia for the lost park….brings back memories especially the squeaky swings.

    ‘some are still here to hear the silent fountain
    fortune’s rusty squeak of roundabout and swing
    giddy giggling children buried in nettles
    tennis balls mislaid and rope moldering in a rubbish skip
    I go tip-toeing around nostalgia for the lost park’

    1. thank you Rosemary – its a way of discovering more poets and giving me a better understanding of the poems

  3. What strange beauty there is being lost both in the scene you created and the words playing with us as in childish dreams.

  4. Wow a most elegant poem
    “harnessed man and beast to seven sisterly stars” love this and this
    “the silent fountain, fortune’s rusty squeak of roundabout and swing”

    1. thank you and welcome – by the way, that first one is a reference to Taurus and the Pleiades

    1. That’s good to know Mary – I have a soft spot for mythology – not least the Minotaur/Asterion

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