Monthly Archives: November 2014

A Long Hot Summer

escher m c bond of union 1956

Time slips past punctuated by pain

The small hours of morning

dragging by in dark moonlessness

until the lip of the sun’s circumference

brings the dawning of another day.

 

Summer burns hot in delirium

drugged dizziness dulls perception

I hold my book high reading

as if staring at the ceiling

until I have no strength to support it.

 

Hours pass into days and days into weeks

weeks turn to months.

will I ever get better?

Too weak to walk or sit or eat

eventually sleep brings blessed relief.

 

Summer stretches into October

blazing days still burning

I venture out onto the terrace

and sit in the shade

to contemplate progress made.

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Artwork ‘Bond of Union’ 1956 by M C Escher from The Mag

and shared with dVerse

 

 

Elements

Dali Angel of Port Lligat.

Raphael raises yellow sun in morning air

shines from the East a crystal light of Spring.

Midday burns red fire of Summer in the South

shining Michael’s Emerald Ray.

Westerly Moon reflects a silver chalice in

blue water on Gabriel’s autumnal quarter.

Dead of night at North comes Winter Green

Bronze cauldron of Auriel Archangel of Earth.

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Seven rays of rainbow reach through the sky

a colourful ark imitating the curve of the earth

invisible white light seen in a spectrum split

through water and resting in elemental air.

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For Bjorn’s prompt at dVerse

Four Elements, Four Quarters, Four Archangels forever present but usually unseen.

Angel of Port Lligat by Dali

High Tea

teapot,

Six o’clock on Sunday

‘Sing something simple’ on the wireless.

An embroidered tablecloth worked by an aunt

shows a lady in a crinoline and ribboned bonnet

with a basket overflowing with flowers

woven in colourful silks of chain stitch.

Slices of bread and butter halved in triangles

lettuce, cress, cucumber

and cheese portioned in silver paper.

Baked last week a Sultana cake matured in a tight lid tin.

 

Blackcurrant jam spooned from a jar

brings memories of summer picking, then sitting

topping and tailing and tipping in the pot

as Mother boiled the sugared fruit.

Then a test for set on a plate up turned.

 

The kettle steams and the teapot is warmed

the caddy carried from the shelf

two spoons of leaves and one for the pot.

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For Abhra’s prompt on Food at dVerse.

Image from Google – this is identical to the teapot used at home in my childhood.

 

The Book of Dead Man

Kabbalistic-astrology.

Life is death

the dead man said

in separation of spirit

the spark

inhabits the corporeal

an anguished ordeal

of aging flesh.

 

Dreams of death

in fleshless flight

pass the night

in freedom

yet caught by a

silver thread

at the dawning of morning

 

Astral adventures

confined to consciousness

of the etheric body

which roams the realms

of spiritual light

in Akasha where

all things are absorbed.

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For Grace’s prompt at dVerse