Chairs root. Their trunks are runged with snow.
Curtains grow velvet thick, like bark,
in this warm landscape ringed with dark.
Is passion only revelry?

Voices believe words and move free;
lust moves our lips; blood fills our skin.
We bend alive around cup and cloud.
These are the hours to revel in.


"Revelry" is painted on the ceiling sofit of Sitwells Cafe in Cincinnatti, Ohio. (See photos © Lisa Storie 2007.) The poem was also published as part of the essay “Revising Revelry” in AMERICAN POET (Spring 2007) and in THE POEM, REVISED (ed. Laura Cherry and Robert Hartwell Fiske, Marion Street Press, 2007)

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