1
Send me to sleep, my slow art of shadows,
cast like a net down through untroubled waters,
mottled in the flickering shoals of words
that flash to vanish on this startled page.
Haul me a dream, my string-stitching labours,
for all shipwrecked and silting, measured out
by a breath, now an undersea current
precipitates them in a clogging time.
Moonlight is circled on the wintering air -
stand still and watch the long waves crumbling
to shingle patterns since re-shaken
there and again beyond all mention
in syllabic dance.
A seine of silence
staining the stillness of your listening.
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2
The sea is stained sundown,
as changing flakes of colour
on wave-slopes
visions drift in the worn linoleum.
Absent days echo
firethorn green luminescence
through the window
where small bees dance to alkanet...
sapphire, amber: heart beads
trickle through a touch.
YOU ARE READING
Tapestries
PoetryPoems from 1978 onwards. These poems are in a different style from the later MajorSeventh, the earlier ones often with more of an Eastern-influenced cadence. Later, they vary a lot in form and style.
