[Byzantine Bindings]

Thursday, 31 January 2013


months of inactivity
during which so much has taken place

perhaps unconscious intentionality
knew best

but it still bubbles up daily

Now comes breakfast and all sorts of nonsense.

touching the smell
tasting the weather’s gall
sensing the rain on the west wind

come and listen a while
at the hearth of the ancestors
they come if you maintain silence and sit quietly
invite them
they need to be given a place at the fireside
they are cold wanderers
universal symbols
characters in a play/dance
drifting mummers
mumbling doggerel verse
crude but easily remembered
in comes and in come and in comes I
wondering how and wondering why
but hail and well met and give us a sup
i’ll tell thee a tale if you fill up my cup