Sliver of Moon
Northern spirit, sliver of moon
Curiosity upon a trail of stepping stones, light years
apart
Stillness within the traveller’s movement
Divine restlessness within her silent intention
Footsteps of shadow, alternating contact
Shades following the path of the high summer sun
Don’t stop for them, keep moving on
When turned away, they stride closer
They fall back again, never catching up
Mystery is a hawker
Its turnings become petals of vivid colour,
before being pulled once again into black holes
Densely packed nothing, until something loosens once more
Whale tails begin to play violins and lunar children sail
oceans in coracles of fortune
Grand orchestrations of hands and feet
Limbs point and delight
Diving deep, they write their names in luminescent shale
And offer themselves as a path through the water
Bumble
Today I walked with a bee
I walked slowly,
and to my left it flew
It hovered buoyantly and close to the earth
Its hum reverberating
upon each kind of grass and
insect below
Like a bumbling minute helicopter
searching for speeding ants
In this quiet intensity,
the air enveloped us in gorse,
and in its coconut bliss we parted
Maple
From between my legs
a maple tree winds upwards
to the morning sky
Spreading like a wild fire
Each leaf a fire in and of itself,
still burning fierce after a long night
Hot colours burn away the impressions
of the gone
Leaving red shaking birdsong
Long whistles of sunlight
blow through my bones
and my body becomes a drum
A skin of stars
stretched upon a frame
Every blade of grass is listening now
Each yields and holds the earth beat
Honouring blood and soil
Like a Songbird
Clarity in awe of zero
Breath told like a channel
Held, yielding tantric ecstasy
Golden sun, rich with nothing
A concertina of stories collapses
The silence between each utterance
now a wild creature
Everything cackles
Possibility is frequency
Each murmur a freedom
Igniting the heart of a lioness
Tender is her play
Delicate intent is like a songbird
Returning curious feathers and skin,
and dissolving silver hands
Artemis Rose
Archer is a singer-songwriter-guitarist and poet based in Liverpool.
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