Icarian Romance
(After “Romance Sonámbulo” by Federico Garcia Lorca)
On windy nights like this, the cold
intrudes and seeps into each open crack
cold like a needle
cold like a chemical burn
cold like goodbye
and the mind retreats
to warmer times
and calmer places.
She walks like a flame,
a slow dance without a rhythm.
Men watch without coherent motive,
and on a street of wolves
he is a moth.
The snow yields before her,
the wind lights her hair
cold like a needle
and with the numbness of an insect
he follows.
The woman on the Earth
and the man on the moon.
She waits for him
and listens to the wind
as fingers pry apart the joints
of her home
cold like a needle
cold like a chemical burn
waiting while the carcass of a house
is debrided by flakes of snow.
In the pantry, bags of flour
hold the eggs of moths
cold like goodbye
unopened, infested.
Will she be waiting
in the house with creaking boards,
will she be waiting with a smile
and a loaf of bread?
For a moment he wonders
cold like a needle
but the moon rises over him
and he dances in refulgent light.
Where is she, she asks,
your woman in the house with creaking joints?
How long will she wait for you?
But sound can’t travel
from the moon to the Earth,
not through the void which separates them
cold enough to touch the sun
cold like a chemical burn
and he flies toward her.
Her voice is silenced by the wind
as it tears his wings apart.
She catches him,
beneath the distant moon,
the corpse of a moth
sticking to a bed of glue.
He wakes and wonders
where the light has gone.
cold like a needle
cold like goodbye
The scent of maize
is carried by the air.
Is she waiting, he wonders,
is she waiting on the street of wolves
beneath the cruelty of the moon?
Where has she gone?
The ice accumulates,
a rime that falls upon the aching joints
and seals them against the wind,
ice threaded through their home.
The smell of bleach
and mothballs
permeates the house.
cold like a needle
cold like a chemical burn
cold like goodbye
The woman on the Earth
and the man on the moon.

Sean Patrick is a scientist and sonnet aficionado. Their work has appeared in Grand Little Things, Blue Unicorn, Corporeal, Verum Literary, the Blydyn Square Review, Empyrean Literary, Consilience, Forgotten Ground Regained, and Neologism. Their sonnet collection “Love, Death, and Other Surprises” is available via online booksellers. They can be found on social media at wandering.shop/@seanpatrickphd
