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Wednesday, 11 July 2012

3 New Poems: Katherine L. Gordon


Persephone Answers The Moon Drums

Do not return to Demeter
who saps your youth and beauty
leave old Hades in the dark underworld wells
come to me in a bell ringing moon
chanfered drummery of haloed beams
barefoot on gilded grasses
dance naked into my arms
that will hold you in the circle of forever
kisses that are the breath of the world
sending perfumed breezes into alcoves
where we adorn the landscape with a fresco
of myth and passion to provoke eternity.

Katherine L. Gordon
sun and moon met in July, 2012.


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2 poems and Becky’s comments,   thought you and the Chase might want an escape flight.  Higg’s boson found what we poets always knew:  the secret of energy to matter and back is always in the light.
Thinking of both my travelers,   Katherine.


Love both poems, Katherine: the assonance, resonance, mood, lyricism. Yes, we are so lucky to have our imaginations to get us by. I think I would be long gone if not for mine.
 

Beckster

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If You Find The Map

From the cool dim corner of the milk-house
she watched them pass through
fade into the grey water haze of the stream
that took its course beneath the building’s stones,
some in ragged hemp loosely roped
clutching the shred of map that guided them,
some in rumpled lace and silk
dishevelled as they left in haste of quest,
eyes that held last shadows of a burning world
fixed on a wet slip of path
that promised drowned offerings
or a rainbow transcendence.
No choice but to proceed.

Katherine L. Gordon




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Where the Sword Yet Shimmers

A shimmer of sword
across the green sward of hidden valley
a fall of trees occluding path with witch-willow,
the riders come through time chanting the pass-word
whispered in secret hours in the cults of eternity
bargaining with death for an alternate route
where red-lipped maidens, men in their prime, entwine
in the briar rose and peach that never fade
where their songs speed the planets circling.
We glimpse them in a turn of mind unfocussed
open to the meaning of symbols and escape.

Katherine L. Gordon
 

1 comment:

Conrad DiDiodato said...

Higg's boson--
tell me something Basho
didn't already know