June 29, 2012

thorns of the wild rose

O come with me
to the field of green
at the fading of the light

O follow me
I won't be hard to see
in my gown of maiden white

O lay you down
on the warm summer ground
and rise no more tonight.

O did you ever
come this way before
on a quiet summer night?

O did you go
where the wild roses grow
with a maiden by your side?

O lay you down
on the warm summer ground
and rise no more tonight.

And I will come down
in my sister's gown
that she made to wear as your bride.

O she once came down
and you made her your own
but no vows did she take as she died.

O I'm coming down,
won't be long now
till we're lying side by side.

On a silver blade
I have carved her name,
and I'll carve it once more tonight.

O lay you down
on the warm summer ground
and rise no more, no more.

O I'll lay you down
in the soft summer ground
where you'll lie forever more.





June 2, 2012

immobility

I stand here like a beggar, stunned
with grief at the loss
of all my previous conceits,
singed at the edges
with dissolution and deceit.

I stand here like a drifter, stopped
with wine and forgetfulness.
My hands are dirty and unsteady,
my clothes are old, my heart is ready
to ditch it all, sell up, move out,
try my luck someplace
where they haven't heard of me,
where my name is worth
no less than nothing.

I stand here like a killer, struck
with my own power and possibility,
and there is blood of my soft rubber
soles, and silence
in my gait. I've always been a master
of the neat retreat. But not
today.

I stand here like a banyan, stuck
in strength and immobility, twisted
by my own nature, roots
sinking deeper, deeper, more
warped with
each century's solemn tick.