All those love-lorn summers
Stitches in the rake of Bloddeuwedd's talons
like pineapple weed in old cart-ruts,
and when the mean gate bars with wire
just by, on ditch-edge, the perfect flower
makes the dead-end shine with greeting.
Just now my father sings through me,
as once we talked and rhymed those times
his son was dark for girls gone by.
Dead poets too crowd in with gifts:
'Have all those birds of Oxford-shire.'
The rose-bay herb will blow to seed
by lonely platforms; down the line
the blue light and the red light shine;
and both of those lights now are mine,
for that is what all love is.
.......
*In vain ('Love in Vain' - Robert Johnson - 'When the train it left the station, with two lights on behind......well the blue light was the blues and the red light was my mind. All my love's in vain.' )
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Under The Wings
Poetry.Under the Wings of the Egyptian and world-wide respected Goddess, Isis. Poems of Nature, Inner Resonance and Mythology.
