RIP Iggy Rose: 1947-2017
From Quetesh to Bastet
Iggy the Eskimo,
Girl of space.
Often very alone,
But always a friend.
Star fallen from the black sky:
Solar, solitary, solstice, soloist.
Pale blue crystal dawn, pearl wine dusk.
A mauve Venus, disrobed on the silk orange milky way.
Magical music, medieval Median, magnetic:
Even in worlds where love is impossible.
Transcended, transparent, translucent, transitory:
Life together unconditionally and forever.
And that black cat caressing him with a glance, the night.
The malefic vision of Lucifer Sam.
© Denis Combet, English translation by Constance Cartmill (2007). Previously published at: Guitars and Dust Dancing.
♥ Libby ♥ Iggy ♥ Paula ♥