Poem – Carnival (By David Russell)
That peacock opulence,
Swarming on strutting grime;
That massed ecstasy, squeezing itself,
Short-breathed, near suffocation;
That sound-abandonment, seeming to plunge
To deafness’s peace;
Yet keeping those maimed faculties alive,
Ever denying their last fulfilment.
Maybe it’s only I and it,
I, starting in the middle
And it, commensurate with my idea
Of my own size?
Maybe I didn’t grow
To match its quarter million,
Or maybe I didn’t shrink that far.
Yet never could I mar
That general bliss,
For truth is in strong feeling
And critics never bring their rules
To taboos’ strength.
David Russell was born in 1940. Resident in the UK. Writer of poetry, literary criticism, speculative fiction and romance. Main poetry collection Prickling Counterpoints (1998); poems published in online International Times. Main speculative works High Wired On (2002); Rock Bottom (2005). Translation of Spanish epic La Araucana, Amazon 2013. Romances: Self’s Blossom; Explorations; Further Explorations; Therapy Rapture; Darlene, An Ecstatic Rendezvous (all pub Extasy (Devine Destinies). Singer-songwriter/guitarist. Main CD albums Bacteria Shrapnel and Kaleidoscope Concentrate. Many tracks on You Tube.
This poem is part of the complete collection; Speculum: Collected Poetry and Prose, by David Russell.
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