Our Lady Untier of Knots
Our Lady, Untier of Knots The complexity and interweaving of the threads of my life like un-brushed hair So many snarls and snares In the heart of the knots is woven the fluff of life Skin cells, muck, a green-fly, spring herbage, North windblown bits Here in this silent moment Our Lady Untier of Knots sits patiently, cross legged My head in her lap. My tangled hair like the snaggle of my thoughts In companionable contentment I give Her permission To let me loose untie all my knots free me from the snares of the fowler. One day all my knots will be untied. Untethered I will slip from this world of tangles Relieved, silken, undone. [First published in the Bripper - Maltfriscan Newsletter, June 2023].