Kingfisher Black

All the colours of the rainbow and more,

And neither north, nor east, nor south, nor west –

Hushedly extolling her hymnal,

O secluded fount of the citadel.

Kingfisher black,

Across her skin there glides a swan;

The lightning is in her elbows,

Within her bowels, the joy of the horizon.

All her flowering lips reveal

The satin Merlot maze;

Enchantments, poetry covert,

Unfathomable constitution.