Showing posts from August, 2015
Funny old day today.  My hair is wet from washing,  the light shade is wafting with the currents of warm air rising from the portable radiator. Nathaniel is sleeping and sweating by my side,  and I've spent the day in hiatus.
Waiting. Thinking. Reflecting. Undoing.
Folded inside myself Is a paper packet.
How incongruous that a priceless collection of diamonds Is folded like 4 oz. of sugar in a sheet of white paper.
Where are the velvet cushions?  The tasselled and monocled butler; The ladies maid and personal assistant, The relatives ready to dirty their hands if it will bring the paper packet hey presto into their pocket. 
Once Dad, unpractised with the magician’s suit, Instead of a silk scarf, Brought out from the coat tails a desiccated,  wrinkled old lemon.
Folded inside myself a paper fold of diamonds.
There is only one beautiful one.  The rest are pretties. But this one – yes it is special.
My kin Empathic with the water and metal in my body.
We construct a mag…
The Veil and the Wheel
My strength My resolve is beyond all bounds. All Celtic curiosity Bent Concertinaed Up in my chest Crumpled  Stamped Down Hard And almost absolutely. How did I arise? Where is the horizon I wished so ardently for? Again it telescopes in and in And lands up On my doorstep The compass is redirected The true pole Magnetic North Revolves not around a distant ice-cap But burning white hot Around this man This son of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob This mirage, this distorting heat haze Scintillating around this soul Making him imperceptible, opaquely glimpsed. Indistinct As though through fog. Do we ever truly see each other? First passion is another myopia, another veil. Wrought on a loom of steel weaving a cloth of milk thistle Not easily torn in the first heat of knowing. The second is a veil of my own making A mythological veil Of Golden Fleece qualities Glistening, entrapping in its bewitching curls and spirals A self-made maze of dazzling blinding gold. I want…