the nipping is intolerable
the mind arches in
its cauldron of
but the warrior
wreathed in jasmine
slides into place
and touches the heart
with the tip of her silver sword
I am granted respite
amongst the velvet white
my response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies , below is the fourth of ten poems.
The decree so weak,
the care so false,
that glazed windows battered by sand, clatter and shade….
The dark dancing is set to fool and huddled children shake against peeling skin.
Glitter is medicine sold by winking monkeys.
The silver oil is for dreamers sinking in blossoms, eaten by ants
and bathing in fountains flanked by old wizards.
Just keep spinning and avoid the funeral tune, wedging planks to hold your heavy lids against the fluttering.
We exist here in dirty, self-imposed contradiction
over prickling grass
a response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies below is the third of ten poems.
cloaked in dirt
stirred by ozone
I am a chorus of stars
a clarity of pulsing tone
old kings may issue from golden tombs
lit by the fire of pure constellations
faded ink may roar bloody fear
but i am only
and glass planets circle me
there is nothing here in this toy kingdom
in this smelter for colour
nothing but a
a response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies below is the second of ten poems.
Noble words revolve
like wisps passing through my stars
A temporary, fractious glory
flings my arms like backward wings
with feather tips,
spread in sweet torture.
Wandering tension throbs in this dark belly of thought,
the first birth or dismembering of consciousness,
buttering me with music
sugaring my experience
gifting me with choice
to see the autumn harmony
falling on invisible shoulders
and nuzzle in to hummus here.
OH luminosity and wrath,
what is my excuse for garnering golden borders
where only liquid song slides?