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Monday, 2 March 2015

The Illustrated Penny Catechism

Just an idea

How would that work
drawing on the history
the histories
her story
herstories?

Memory
time locked
vaguenessess
sifting misty fragments
from solidness
of first love
perhaps
fears
music
Verdi's requiem
Sister Philip.

Splashing home
the short way
sloshing about
walking miles
imprinting
ways of coping
with change.

Rote learned tables
spelling catechism
in order to access
the sacred mysteries
written on and over
memory imagination
clouds
smoke.

Wanting to say more but unable to find the words/ lapsing into vagueness (as if it were a crime) but grasping at something as the river draws me ever to the sea. Starting again/ and over - stitching thin things with fine needles / plaiting fog / as granny used to say about the impossible tasks in this world/ counting endless aves on her fingers to the accompaniment of the hiss of the gas mantle's incandescent wholly otherworldly holy glow.

Who knows if this is who we are
or were
then or now
something etched
certainly
gloss and hue
endless coats
enhancing
the damage done
thick brown-ness
residue of guiding
Easter lilies
wherein lies god
and stood quite well alone.