terrace
9 January 2013 Leave a comment
in the darkening summer light
grey in memory and in sight
your books stacked, fuming
these heady – looming
how with your beautiful words
that you do not share
with your grimace of equanimity
a shadow forever beset ye
mycelium crept in part and whole
[you are now a part
forever of my subconscious
indelible inky cap]
may I never pry the secrets from your unwitting clench?
may I never come home to you again?
you are the warm earthen blanket I draw
over me when I will fight no more
I will forget your smell
before I forget the scratch of your warm woolen breast
my brother death, my late husband,
the absent professor, forever observant
is there nothing I can do to help ye?
do you not want my comfort?
somehow forever escaping each other
what am I to do with the electromagnetic
insipid inspiration…?
[I cannot love you, bind to you, as you are bound to this place.
This horrid, damp and darkened place
Where I am sad and stretched
slack and sleepy]
[You, who finds his mother in the damp grey bosom
of the duff and the faraway mountain skies]
Your mystic | faded eyes.
I need more atoms.
Make a molecule
that can take part in the revolution