[Byzantine Bindings]

Thursday 31 January 2013

Shamefaced


months of inactivity
during which so much has taken place

unrecorded
perhaps unconscious intentionality
knew best

but it still bubbles up daily
wellspring

Now comes breakfast and all sorts of nonsense.

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


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