EX NIHILO
After you left
I gave myself
To silence and
The pulsing quartz
Of the carriage clock
Till dancers came...
Out on the water
Lies an island.
Round that island
Stand tall oaks.
Through that grove
The dancers circle.
Though it was night the grove was lit
With a steady blaze. The dancers leaped
Like flames of it. They were spirit beings,
Shimmering with quartzy fire,
Sexless and impersonal.
Shimmying round the brilliant grove,
They did the dance that makes the world,
Spinning a bright illusion of
Oaks, island, lapping water,
Throwing it out like a Catherine wheel.
So, you had gone.
Our making love
Was a memory
Of flesh like fire.
Now time extended
Once again,
Night pulsed
In the carriage clock
Once again-
And spirits twirled
The bright world out of
Nothingness.
poem and wedding link
Date: 2008-08-12 05:44 pm (UTC)Just to remind you to look on email - I have sent the link finally.
Jenny