Still life by Willem Claesz Heda‘Guardians of the Sunset’ by J.B. Mulligan The Society May 3, 2022 Beauty, Blank Verse, Poetry 5 Comments . Guardians of the Sunset III. The years go down like liquor. Drink and pour and drink again, and laugh or sigh, and look behind you at the dark streets of the past, the rows of street lamp dandelions. You take so long to cross a portion of the vast and busy continent of years—you’re sure you’ve gone so far, till you look back and find the circling of a dog into its sleep. And if you haven’t sniffed out airs of truth, you’ve tracked down where it couldn’t be—and keep returning there, uncertain, burdened with the vision of an offspring of the ground, the mind that makes all patterns from what it knows, the soul that roots in meaty certainties. . . J.B. Mulligan has published more than 1100 poems and stories in various magazines over the past 45 years, and has had two chapbooks: The Stations of the Cross and THIS WAY TO THE EGRESS, as well as 2 e-books: The City of Now and Then, and A Book of Psalms (a loose translation). He has appeared in more than a dozen anthologies. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. NOTE TO POETS: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. CODEC News: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) 5 Responses Paul Freeman May 3, 2022 Some amazing imagery in this poem – and dark. The image of the ‘street lamp dandelions’ was particularly striking – blow on them and the years fly away (that was my take, anyhow!) Definitely a poem to come back to. Thanks for the read, JB. Reply Cheryl Corey May 3, 2022 J.B., there’s a lot of great imagery here: “dark streets of the past”, “street lamp dandelions”; and when you later speak of “offspring of the ground” and “the soul that roots”, I thought back to the imagery of the dandelions, and the way that the seeds parachute away, perhaps like the years. Your imagery of a dog “sniffing out airs of truth” is also effective. A very thought-provoking piece. I note that it’s number III. I take it this part of a larger work? I hope to read more of your poems here in the future. Reply jd May 3, 2022 I agree with all of the above comments and also love the title and the final line. Reply C.B. Anderson May 4, 2022 I don’t know what this is a part of, but I am impressed by the flood of trenchant images and your ability to make it all make sense to the very end. Reply Stuti May 7, 2022 Love the vivid imagery and like everyone else almost, I’m blown away by ‘street lamp dandelions’. So sharp! 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. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.