Psalm 48
Psalm 48 How wild we danced that moon lit night When stone split earth & man took fright Our roots like whips cracked fast & free As we hurled our cones like how-to-be In the roar and rend we crooned…
Psalm 48 How wild we danced that moon lit night When stone split earth & man took fright Our roots like whips cracked fast & free As we hurled our cones like how-to-be In the roar and rend we crooned…
Psalm 47 After the quake we pass – The thin line straggling north – Heart tugs but stride quickens Downward I plunge – Below me her quaking body Fiery summons Impossible demand Twenty six nights since departing normal About me…
Psalm 46 I was dreaming when the quake struck – The daffodils in the shed pots began to nod Blossom fell from the neighbour’s plum To settle easy on the risen liquefaction We climbed from beneath the kitchen table To…
Psalm 45 In the undoing (you murmur) – that’s how you’ll love me – in sweet, sweet undoing – In slips & zips – in veils & grails – in moons & runes – that’s how you’ll love me and…
Psalm 44 'I will admit no other man' 'My hands are lost in the sound of roses Her lips brush mine as she steals off my clothes I am found like a bee in the honey of her awakening In…
Psalm 43 Maryam (can we share, as only sisters share?) Oh Maryam, He winks! In fun-filled affection He winks! & i feel His pleasure! His all-embracing love! & (though mind faints in utter confusion) yet; Ever & ever my fluttering…
Psalm 42 Tears trickle as your bearded face smiles fondly down upon me – My heart opens like a single red rose – We are Icon – You are beauty, elegance and grace; but much, much, more – You are…
Psalm 41 shudder by daily shudder, the fissures spread across the ever-loosening blocks of my failing house, yet not house but swan, the royal white swan descending in awkward dignity, to settle tranquil on the dark pool of my days…
Psalm 40 you weave forgotten threads, those I casually brush aside (as if they were the burden of some other) with your own particular thread; deeper & more passionate than memory which you pull, like serpents, from the mystery of…
Psalm 39 Through longing fierce; yet passion constrained, immortality’s child takes form – For instinct tamed is Spirit’s gain & the soul in its joy flies free – In the flame & the flood, from the swan and the dove,…