Aurochs to Zorra

Xyst

Xyst


In the days of mighty Xerxes,
Persian king of splendor,
it led past daffodils and tulips
through the boughs of sycamore.

Lined with cedar, slender, tall and green,
a promenade in painted ivory,
stark against the night unseen,
it led beneath the moon to where

in beauty, style, it once prepared
the viewer for the rosebuds in the bower,
framed the gazebo and the tower,
revealed at the end of path.

In latter days its flowers wilted,
forgotten in its innocence.
But Lo! be glad it still exists,
the graceful memory of yon xyst.


© Kåre Enga

xyst: a covered portico, a promenade, a garden walk
planted with trees.