Moontreader
You sing on the fringes
of my sanity
dancing your lyric
limbs toward the
iced trees glistening
west of the sun.
The world is smaller
here where the frosted
oak rests along the
cold stream bed and
your voice softly calls,
beckoning.
As sisters we walk
over razor edged pebbles
that tear our soles
while petulant wonder-
land children tug
at billowing skirts.
We warm brittle twigs
with dream breath
spinning nests of supple
poems in the forks
of barren branches, naked
roots turned skyward.
Shimmering and vulnerable
the tumbling moon
buoyed
by spidery
filament
of cloud
spirals toward us
floats in the melting stream.
We whisper farewell
to the Cailleach of winter and
welcome Beira, who is spring,
who is summer.
FOLLOW BIRDS AND
DREAMERS
Thunder shakes the night
ominous as music in a B-movie.
I toss the sheet and
sit at the edge of the bed –
above, the fan twirls
like a majorette’s baton
outside, waves crash
against the rock-strewn shore
tug at my ankles. Do
you hear their blue sound
repeating and repeating,
rushing in, the slow pull away?
I breathe deep the
salty sea, swallow teeming incandescency
become foam-cresting
wave luminous beneath the milky way.
Leap aboard a sloop
with me, make Icarus-wings of sails,
chart our course for
paradise as did Saint Brendan of Clonfert.
We’ll follow frigate
birds into the blue, chase the impossible
horizon’s mysterious
allure, make passage beyond the deep.
When we no longer seek
the womb we call the sea
the fairy tern will
guide us to sand and stone and earth’s green edge
where we will shed our
pilgrim threads, walk upon the moss
beneath the branches of
a leafy tree whose song so differs
from the silence of the sea and ponder changes made
in the vast quietude upon a ship. So different now you and me.
She paints – oil
on canvas – abstractions
that carry the
weight of revolution
seeks the rare hue
of transformation
created in ancient
philosophers’ cauldrons
by sages who
steeped copper in wine
creating neither
blue nor green
a phantastic hue –
the wings of a
butterfly rings
of blue-green seas
embracing tropical islands
the magic shade
that beckons sailors
to shallow shores
hidden reefs mermen
perilous
magnificence
potent possibility
aeruca / patina
/verdigris.
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