August Blue

[busker]

August Blue

See, the golden boys
red lipped, soft skinned,
white limbed on the the black basalt 
of an upturned ocean floor
like lost nereids
or the pale pages of Oberón,
from midsummers long ago.

[Mark A Becker]

Hey busker,
The first 4 lines present vivid images. I had to look up “nereids” & “Oberon” before I could gain a better understanding of this one, and I’m fine with looking things up.
Interesting how you worked midsummers night dream into the poem, as well.
I can always appreciate a poem that suggests a story in such a compact way, and manages to draw the past into the present.
Nice job.