Bayreuth

By Jack D. Harvey

Bayreuth was published in pif, which ceased publication a couple of years ago.

Bird Wagner's
vast moaty throat
sings bastions of eagles
up through the
smoky aether.
Either he's mad
or me:
one.

Before the honest sound
Brünhild
crashes into
heroic bric-a-brac;
pukka Mercury
crowds above
the storm of notes,
landscapes of cymbals
and violins;
the escarpments of Moses
smoke like chimneys,
dwarfing the vast vault
filled with the
music's life.
Across the misty deep,
pea-green meadows dissolve
in emerald raindrops
as the chariots
troop without end.

Fiercely we watch,
dressed up
to beat the band,
but the doors of 
the dream close,
soft as sleep.

The bulk of bird
Wagner shifts
enormous feathers,
and colossal chords
anticipate flight.

Fear it more than
your death.

Jack D. Harvey’s poetry has appeared in Scrivener, The Comstock Review, Valparaiso Poetry Review, Typishly Literary Magazine, The Antioch Review, The Piedmont Poetry Journal and elsewhere. The author has been a Pushcart nominee and over the years has been published in a few anthologies. 

The author has been writing poetry since he was sixteen and lives in a small town near Albany, New York.