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ICELIGHT

 

Photo by Kirill Pershin on Unsplash

Icelight in my eyes
Iceflowers
 in mind
storm black night
stings me awake
dreams scatter
light disperses
into verses,
black with thunder
the earth, in grave colours.

No black mass
no witches’ moon,
no Christmas lifting of the gloom
all gone, gone, all too soon
see the dead a-glimmering
shadows in the room
brimful against the sky.

Alone in this room,
3 am again
iceflowers zoom
all a-shimmer in my head
the living and the dead
a dark-blue bloom
on the far-away moon)

hearts are never done
in their wanderings
words stumble into line
we are not who we think we are
phoenixes made of time
(flesh blood,
bread, wine).

Still the music of the spheres
reverberate in an echoing sky
invisible moonbeams
drift quietly by.
( a line-up in the distant hills
a write-up in the glowering sky,
let it all, let it all
go tumbling by).

 

 

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