We lit the candle together
Holding the splint, hand over hand Flame flared, formed, flickered Came to life
We laughed and blew out the taper
Followed its dissipating smoke into the dark Turned our eyes to the fresh wax light To sprites dancing on the walls
Laid enrapt until drowsy
In warmth formed bonds Of breath and limbs We fell to sleep sapped of strength
Frost crept across the pane
A spider spun its web Hours slid together As we un-knowing lolled apart
I awoke to shivering air
The unclosed door Branches silhouetted against the sky Shrivelled candle cold
rd May, 2020
I knew the story
Travelled with the truth to hand
Until I heard yours
n.b. It’s easy to think one has full grasp of the facts, but that’s only ever going to be half the story.
Scarce Swallowtail, France 2017
From fruit to flower
As if by random chance
Following the sweetest scent
Unsettled by slightest tremor
Fluttering to fresh space
Sets down, silent, still
Absorbing heat of Sun
Full expanse of detail, colour, beauty
Revealed in staccato stretches
Then open display
She flew after
Each of my wings*
And leaving me
Learning to walk again
n.b. Wings intact, just removed for safe-keeping.
Representative sample of lovely people. Not all friends shown. Other friends and friendship groups widely available.
With perspective and love
Without passion’s ills
n.b. You know who they are and they know you.
It takes time
To find out
If what is revealed
Is not quite as imagined
n.b. I believe that the above could be described as an aphorism, i.e, a concise piece of writing that communicates a general truth, or belief. Aphorisms are poetic, i.e. not developed with any scientific evidence. Take them or leave them with a wry smile, or a rueful shake of the head and move on.
Thank you for reading.
Icebergs calve and drift
Separation born with a crack!
n.b. We are free to make choices as adults. The child within cries out in pain. “Nothing in writing” I hear, as if a piece of paper is worth anything.