roses rucked in rows to weather the weather. through the dreary pane farther off, together
comes a father & a bride thru airs and morning rain — no hymn down the aisle no maids for her train. now crow caws the cause consign these hours to daze neither alms nor pleas just days 'n days 'n days... our thrones o’er thrown we parse two by two the tolled and the tolling the far and the few. listening for cymbals listening to lyres sirens still ringing our houses a-fire. and at night there’s wine and weed we read and reel and reak and wrack and feel and deal and our oft pillowed heads roll round and round round and round until blameless morning blooms bright and stark still together, still apart we drift becalmed aboard this ark.
Image: Tony Leung and Maggie Cheung polaroids from the set of Wong Kar Wai’s film ‘In the Mood for Love’ set in Hong Kong of the 1960s. (unknown source). For me the film, though elegant was of the same oppressive monotony that lock-down has brought to many.
Lucy is hosting over at Dverse today and asks us to write something ‘darker’ and a ballad to boot.
And for your listening pleasure what else but Yumeji’s theme from In the Mood for Love?