Monday, 11 July 2011

Meditations from the wall

In our Blossom day
primroses flowered open inside of me
flowering open my shoulders and levitating my arm
petal layers between my vertebra

In our Grasses night
A chunk of golden moon held in the leaves of the tree
becomes one eye of Green Man gazing back at me
A runner takes up one half of the tree
propelling forth from the trunk out over the tops of trees
Whilst above streaks and curves of fine cloud mist form
A swimmer streamlining across the night skies