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Yours but not at Wadham
There's beauty in sandlice,
skipping over the cathedral I drew
in sand droppings,
shape of my Mother's face
her gentle rain
that never let me go.
And the sea sings in Moons and Compasses,
hungers for toes,
a truth only the baptised know
and I don't mean on the floors of mankind,
but earth divine,
rocks me,
strokes me,
thieves
my mind and immerses her
in white lines,
shaving away
shadow decay,
made from fingers and clothes,
I take them
off my skin,
burn the humanity,
burn the sky and lay
peaceful,
giving myself over,
not for show,
wild orb of purity -
so unafraid,
with no delay.
There's no malice here,
know I'll always care
in deep, bound shadow
but I crave the light
and so,
as we so often do,
I purge what's unhealthy,
blind myself to it,
write
something wild,
something right.
full-hearted.
The sandlice bounce over my soles.
skipping over the cathedral I drew
in sand droppings,
shape of my Mother's face
her gentle rain
that never let me go.
And the sea sings in Moons and Compasses,
hungers for toes,
a truth only the baptised know
and I don't mean on the floors of mankind,
but earth divine,
rocks me,
strokes me,
thieves
my mind and immerses her
in white lines,
shaving away
shadow decay,
made from fingers and clothes,
I take them
off my skin,
burn the humanity,
burn the sky and lay
peaceful,
giving myself over,
not for show,
wild orb of purity -
so unafraid,
with no delay.
There's no malice here,
know I'll always care
in deep, bound shadow
but I crave the light
and so,
as we so often do,
I purge what's unhealthy,
blind myself to it,
write
something wild,
something right.
full-hearted.
The sandlice bounce over my soles.
Published 20th Jul 2021
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20th Jul 2021 11:23pm
“take them
off my skin,
burn the humanity,
burn the sky and lay
peaceful,
giving myself over,
not for show,
wild orb of purity -
so unafraid,
with no delay”
I was floating on the water at the lake this evening. There wasn’t a more perfect way to describe my thought process at that precise time. Not what this poem is about, but still. I can’t help feeling like I connected to it in some odd way.
There’s a tremendous amount of vulnerability here. What I liked is not only is it vulnerable, it’s also got this air of strength about it. Not that easy to do in a few words.
The main thing I took from this is, sandlice are a bit of an uncomfortable thing. But we break through them in order to experience the beauty in the water. In the world. In the after.
Many layers here and one I very much enjoyed working through in terms of imagery. Thanks for sharing.
-M
off my skin,
burn the humanity,
burn the sky and lay
peaceful,
giving myself over,
not for show,
wild orb of purity -
so unafraid,
with no delay”
I was floating on the water at the lake this evening. There wasn’t a more perfect way to describe my thought process at that precise time. Not what this poem is about, but still. I can’t help feeling like I connected to it in some odd way.
There’s a tremendous amount of vulnerability here. What I liked is not only is it vulnerable, it’s also got this air of strength about it. Not that easy to do in a few words.
The main thing I took from this is, sandlice are a bit of an uncomfortable thing. But we break through them in order to experience the beauty in the water. In the world. In the after.
Many layers here and one I very much enjoyed working through in terms of imagery. Thanks for sharing.
-M
21st Jul 2021 9:10am
This is beautiful, thank you NS, I wrote it after a day on a nudist beach in Devon. I'll admit as ever there's bits in here about... Other stuff. I'm honestly so glad it met your soul at a swimming level.
💚 P
💚 P
