‘The Glass Bottle Tree’ and Other Poetry by Gabe Russo The Society July 27, 2014 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 2 Comments The Glass Bottle Tree When the wind blows through, the tree shakes. The glass bottles tip their sunlight Over a stiff hearth of twilight; Sealing its glow as night awakes. Two silhouettes do gives and takes In drums of waltz down blue moonlight. When the wind blows through, the tree shakes. The glass bottles tip their sunlight Over a rusted dawn’s mistakes. Their promises dimmed from sight; Glints of shard hidden for the night. Soon they’ll be swept up in God’s rakes. When the wind blows through, the tree shakes. An Old West Hymn Drag back his body alone and dead. Sky bleeds dawn come a holsterin’ gun– When he lassos moon by deed of dread. Drag back his body alone and dead. He shall see no stars from shallow bed! Hunt sovereign beast, and if low he run: Drag back his body—alone and dead. Sky bleeds dawn come a holsterin’ gun. Peeking into Someone’s Window (A Bouts-Rimés Poem) Alone in my quiet place of a house, Though dust settled its spore smile to clump Under heaps of living now seen as dump. I’m akin to Kansas, no country louse– Just vetting the band of some Midwest spouse. I’ve grown accustom to my backyard stump: A ringed eye mulling heaven—grayish lump Reminding me of that gray-spotted mouse My ex let run up her arm like the creep In Alton who shook shadows loose to fight. Caught inside covers, can’t find the good sleep– This is how the moon gets its kicks at night. Maybe I’ll clump wings; fashion a dust dove To hit the lights … fly away … send my love. Featured Image: “March in Montana” by Tim Cox. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 2 Responses Reid McGrath July 27, 2014 “The Glass Bottle Tree” is a great title. “Peeking into Someone’s Window” is kind of abstruse (not so oddly considering it is a “Bouts-Rimes Poem”) with some of the images being very clear but then abstruse again. I like the tone though and, like I said, some of those images (e.g. “I’ve grown accustom to my backyard stump.”). That seems like an interesting game to try. Reply Shari Jo LeKane-Yentumi July 30, 2014 Dear Gabe, All very intriguing!!! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.