Gomeisa

Marks appear on the lesser mutt’s neck,

Like the scar on your lip from a flashback.

Go easy Gomeisa, rest Canis Minor,

Carry your collar into a Sirius night.

Emission lines scale your spectrum,

While I watch and wait for permission.

Maltese charters your constellation,

And translates your body into an astronaut’s vision.

My lens cap spins off into a fever dream,

Your oscillations tempo my counting sheep,

And though your cycle was so serene,

I was drowning in mares of saturnine.

At times I wonder where your procyon’s gone,

I know it heels beside some lonely dog’s song,

It cannot hold a tune, not in the Clair de Lune,

Search and you will find no kind can be in our vacuum. 

Marks appear on the lesser mutt’s neck,

Like the scar on your lip from a flashback.

Go easy Gomeisa, rest Canis Minor,

Carry your collar into a Sirius night.

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Toying with the intimacies of art and life’s interchangeable dependence, I crafted this poem beneath the constellation of Gomeisa, sans rhythm, sound or light. Since the initial draft, I have researched into what makes up this set of stars, and redrafted to incorporate some new information which felt significant to the relationship between the speaker and the subject. Only then did it become natural for Gomeisa to impose its own creative influence, which I transposed into the more musical aspects. Although space has no sound, I used the properties of the constellation (its two-star composition) to bring its own affectivity into the sound (placing a capo on the second fret to mirror the dual identity). This duality was further reinforced by its two common names: Gomeisa and Canis Minor. Hence, I confined my chords to G (Gomeisa) and C (because Cm for 'Canis Minor' sounded too dissonant). Perhaps the poem would’ve resonated truer if I'd permitted Cm to contribute to the disarray of the speaker-subject’s fraught relationship, however, I inevitably chose the more attuned option for the sake of enjoyment.