Once He Saw Himself

 

Once he saw himself
a shaman from a vanished world.
World in perpetual motion;
no patience for how the photograph lies.
Two-dimensional people of today,
snapped and shot, could not stand in his heart.
But she! He saw how she powered forth 
from a pre-linguistic world. Her magic
brought joy with instantaneous engagement.
That's not to say she wouldn't speak.
Speech is yoked with breath 
for a glorious species of woman,
and she was a woman and a half.

A facade in a war zone makes a sorrowful sight
just a step up from rubble-strewn alleys.
All the neighbourhood the same
washed-out colour: a ten-year-old
vest, sadly not bullet-proof.
Survivors file past departed windows
no more than wounds now, black holes.

A spark, blue like unencumbered skies,
picks out his room: perhaps cornflowers
reaching for what light there might be.
No special insight is needed to see it,
just an unbowed head.
Heaped-up ruins, super-imposed
on exquisite moments of eternity,
fill the dejected minds of all the defeated
and the innocent children dragged by.

Of course it was she who saw! She focused well
recognizing her own realm returning.
There are birds that play above the trees
there is an embroidery of long green stems,
indestructible, supporting every beautiful flower.
Where the ruins crumble and fall
a chosen foreground is rightly praised
merely for clearing faster the choking dust.

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Comments

Rose Casserley

Sat 27th Feb 2021 10:54

Excellent work from you Adam as always.







Rose 💋

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Fri 26th Feb 2021 18:21

There are so many fabulous lines in this, but my favourite lines are:

Two-dimensional people of today,
snapped and shot, could not stand in his heart.

and

Survivors file past departed windows
no more than wounds now, black holes.

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