I imitate the call of a devotee
My voice in the silence axes chains
conjures swirls, arcs, waves of ether
Visitors who never walk this earth
wake me from dreams
they bring homeliness from a distant universe
This Lady Chapel cracks
fragments of coloured glass cover sacristy and altar
– cream, silk-red, hard to the fingertips
A grey, wool curtain seals the room
the door is latched
In the shadows, I believed I was alone
~ ~ ~
Unreal
Nearly gone and thanks
to whatever third parties
somehow
with no explanation
were in control
I've given in to the cold
this chill in the air
a dreamless, matter of fact
dead flower
bare twig
iced morning dew
clarity
where labels stuck in flower beds
are pointless
The real within the unreal has gone
I dwell on psyche