extract from the poem Koi by John Burnside All afternoon we've wandered from the pool to alpine beds and roses ...
The moon petals the sea. Rose petals the sea. Stone sea. Stone petals. Rose petals of stone. Stone rising before me. Sea moves. How moves...
A safety curtain like the Berlin Wall confronts me. Flux and change mark this strange world of drifting scenes. They blur and merge; the ...
This post has in a sense been handed to me by two or three responses to my post On not getting it. In the course of discussing how a reade...
I have been struggling again of late to keep up with my visiting and commenting etc. The latest inroads into the time available for the keyb...
Saturday, 2 March 2013
The Shadow and the Glory (just another trireme sonnet!)
There is a shadow strolls through yonder glade
but is no threat, and has no axe to grind.
If it stood still, you'd think it one more tree...
except, part artifact, with windows made
to scan the woodlands, it essays to find
in all life forms, their commonality.
Disturbing hints are wrapped in light and shade,
of human thought by sylvan thought refined,
as though we were their old-time prodigy.
The shadow pauses where old wood's decayed
and fungus is a spongiform of mind.
Glory in life: in death, machinery!
Decay is their slow fuse to energy.
The woods restore themselves from memory.
I found working with yesterday's trireme sonnet particularly conducive, so have tried it again. The image is one of my Digital Doodles - again, I fear, not new to you.