Thursday, 26 September 2013

d i s a s t e r (wolf part seven)


All of this caught her unawares
To one who had learned lust from a wolf
This time of romance and verse
And studied clean living
Albeit with more than a soupcon
Of puckish mischief
Batted her headstrong heedlessness
Between heaven and heartache
Within seconds so it seemed
She was breathless and giddy
As if no one had ever doted before.

She learned that love
Lives in the heart
Not just the loins
And while one alone was good
The two together split her world
Into untold multitudes of snowflakes
Each one an infinite world
Each one a perfect world
Each a playground
Of possibilities
And pure delight.
When she walked on snow
No footprints made
And when she danced on ice
A blizzard of delight
Spun orbits
Of icy rainbows
Prismed
By love
And sealed
With tenderness

A week was this ? A month ?
Her heartrush headspeed
Wants to see this land
That spawned such a one
Who could ascend her glaciers
And melt them complety:
Rock hopping dryly over
Meltwater torrents
Then heart and headlonging down
New summery grassy slopes
Into a tumble of white silk
And loving storm black locks
Of storm black locks.

What she felt,
Shorthand adds
In vital footnotes to this enterprise,
Ardent felt too,
And though he seemed to lead the dance
Was prisoner of the measure too.
Asked for her hand in marriage,
Nonplussed for one brief moment
And , anthropologically and politically correct,

 
Explained the concept to his wild bride
Who listened, understood
And yessed him once again to bed
To England to the Parish Church he said
Hardwick, south of Gloucester
North of the Vale of Berkley
Green and lush
A different colour palate.

Departure day came
Preparations made,
Expectant of fruition
Matelots and stevedores
Clucked and fussed
Like hens over chicks
Around the fresh careened Black Sheep.

Joy apparent
Yet sudden apprehension
One queenly step into the longboat
And one small ripple
Make her whole world rock.
No ice to support her
Just devouring water
And magic slips away
The witch’s strength
Turns to nought
And she feels it
As a hot iron
On her palms.
She screams
The world stops.
My Power My World Where am I Now

Realisation comes
Her power is ice
She cannot leave
She loves oh how she loves
But this was not the bargain
Damn her heart and loins
This will not go
Go she screams
Regaining the shore
Confidence and Power return in a flash.
Tempter, Vile Betrayer ,Go
Take from me that which I hold most dear.
Believe me when I say
I want you gone
I have no manners as you know
I am wolf in land of snow
And you are now becoming prey
So listen carefully, Ardent as I say
Go no now before I break and die
I will not surrender to your soft sky
So leave , forget me while you  may

And no more words durst any speak
The Black sheep sails upon the deep

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