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To 'Eurydice'
1. An elbow to the head
a drink of apology
kissing in a close
in each others arms
strawberries shouted
satisfying needs
sand and stones and groynes
changed sense of place
the mind of
the space
now remembers
asks remembrance
if "this too shall pass"
and it has
if all moments
are ephemeral
then
it was nice to hold
your hand
before it slipped away
like grains of sand
a dream within a dream.
2. Away from the clashing
of the loudest
of empty barrels
the jousting of echos
the strutting and pecking
of cocks
you asked to read
my poetry
in the solitude
of my room
you curled on the bed
studied the words
smiling.
My heart soared to another
plane of pleasure.
How come I knew
the thorns of pain
lingered so close,also!
The rhythms of language
quickly gave way
to the rhythms of bodies.
3. Like passing planets
briefly in the same orbit
we aligned
and shifted
further onwards
to ever more travel
like a restless spirit
like The Wandering Jew
Wanderlust of necessity
never coming to any peace
always leaving
never arriving at the finish
c'est la vie
as in life
as in love
standing still
is for the stones
of Callanish
or the Cuillins
of Skye.
-from September 2014.
a drink of apology
kissing in a close
in each others arms
strawberries shouted
satisfying needs
sand and stones and groynes
changed sense of place
the mind of
the space
now remembers
asks remembrance
if "this too shall pass"
and it has
if all moments
are ephemeral
then
it was nice to hold
your hand
before it slipped away
like grains of sand
a dream within a dream.
2. Away from the clashing
of the loudest
of empty barrels
the jousting of echos
the strutting and pecking
of cocks
you asked to read
my poetry
in the solitude
of my room
you curled on the bed
studied the words
smiling.
My heart soared to another
plane of pleasure.
How come I knew
the thorns of pain
lingered so close,also!
The rhythms of language
quickly gave way
to the rhythms of bodies.
3. Like passing planets
briefly in the same orbit
we aligned
and shifted
further onwards
to ever more travel
like a restless spirit
like The Wandering Jew
Wanderlust of necessity
never coming to any peace
always leaving
never arriving at the finish
c'est la vie
as in life
as in love
standing still
is for the stones
of Callanish
or the Cuillins
of Skye.
-from September 2014.
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