Friday, 29 December 2023
Thursday, 28 December 2023
On thin ice
to pay attention
to the bear and the elk
— also to the wolf
he had tracked an old one
prowling for a last kill —
but above all to
pay attention to
snow-covered ponds
their surface ice too thin
yield under the weight
— the Sámi said to be quick
with the puukko, wedge it
deep into the ground
before the pond swallows
and snowfall covers it all
— he said to be weary
of clearings and circles of trees
follow the tracks, if any
— even that of the bear
for they knew where to tread
but the moon had bewitched me
draped in faint clouds and auroras
pearl white pupil pulsing
in the benthic blue dome
clouds an extension
of the mountains
snow lining the rifts
pine trees like raised down
on bare, pure white skin
the blanket of rime
groaning underfoot
much like
cracking ice —
Wednesday, 27 December 2023
Sunday, 24 December 2023
Saturday, 23 December 2023
The gloaming
drowning the gloaming
hardly fend the night off
come sudden lightfall
and the rise of auroras
Tuesday, 19 December 2023
Saturday, 16 December 2023
something in the wind
something grows
on the gale-made dune
sand-covered crows
watch the esplanade
stale rampart against
the rampaging seas
and that force that plows
something flows
borne by the howling
that constantly oppose
and hollow out the guts
courage storm-tossed like
food for careening gulls
with deadened squawks
something froze
in the mammoth clouds
casting immense shadows
and dull implacable fury
bent on stopping the day
by toppling down
all the clock towers
something glows
in this willed squall
diablerie like claws
human in other climes
now monstrous, blind
hostile beyond nature
frivolous beyond rage
Monday, 11 December 2023
Morally unethical
Ellen Jane Willis, writer (1941-2006)
Very interesting read (source)
Saturday, 9 December 2023
I dreamt last night
I dreamt last night
it might not sound much
but it’s been months
months without sleep
months without dreams
cultivating seeds of chaos
planting them in the heart
here and there, now and again
harvesting rage and insatiety
drilling the void
digging the scars
with whitened knuckles
gripping a bloodied hook
food and love-starved
when half-mad and cornered
came the realisation
that, faced with shadows
the soul was trapped
the body yielded
getting sustenance
finally, from within
first a speck of light
dancing like a floater
then summerlike sunrays
and all of a sudden
brighter than a quasar
warm, delicate, vibrant
and all I could do
after that dream
was to gowpen its light
take it to my heart
until it fused with it
so now I can
welcome the night
Tuesday, 5 December 2023
Lights and shadows
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