I look up through the ice

as if to paradise

      to see the moving shape entranced

      in the opening of a skater's waltz

     and the welcome dance of death.

The ice gives way

I feel the shock

      the break of day

      the deadlock of plunge

      of heart's distress.

And then I see the gash

from above

   how dark it is,

   how weak the sun

   how temporary

like a spider's web

is beauty when

on the loom of despair


such tales are spun.




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Sun 31st Jan 2016 20:49

I tried to comment Stu and nothing materialized - how weird is that? I wanted to say that I'm all a-quiver and all a-shiver and so pleased you liked it. I like a dose of the old mysticicity (?)

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Stu Buck

Sun 31st Jan 2016 13:46

oh ray, you old mystic. this is just beautiful. images and words combining. and yet another feather in your bow.

or arrow. or arrow in your quiver. i forget the saying.

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Sun 31st Jan 2016 12:39

Appreciate that David. Thanks for being drawn in to my imagination, always a privilege.


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Wolfgar Miere

Sat 30th Jan 2016 19:34

Hi Ray,

this is beautiful, you are conveying a feeling here.

For me it speaks of the fragility of life.

A delicate touch Ray.


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