“High Brow” (revision)
The conversation bubbles and pops round my ears,
Arcane theories and fashionable quotations
Sparkle and drift in the light haze of amber smoke,
Vanishing in the updraft through her Tiffany lamp,
Enlightening only dragonflies en route,
(As bound in glass as my understanding),
Dissipating over a high brown ceiling.
FIL 04/02/10
Phil - I really do like the atmosphere of this. It reminds me of stuffy rooms and 'social laughter'. Something to stain the ceilings indeed.
ReplyDeleteI like this poem.