For this, I raided my dad’s books. More to come!
Lifemanship: Music man, maverick
Here to stay…
Rain in the doorway,
the day the music died
…don’t look back.
A recent dream: In a reality show competition, I had to cross a pool that had square floaters dotted around it, only all of the floaters had piles of MY books on them. So I had to be very, very careful not to land wrongly, or I’d topple over my books into the water.
Talk about your nightmares.
Anyway, these books came together in a rather odd way, kind of turned into themselves, but I left them as such. I also took a liberty with the last title.
Tam-Lin, the Dark is Rising
Tam-Lin, the dark is rising
A ring of endless light
up the down staircase;
The long secret.
Giant groundswell, the long ago lake—
Lady of the forest, ready or not:
I went around to my bookcases and grabbed a book here, another there, until my arms could barely hold them comfortably and I was in danger of capsizing.
This was a strangely intimate process. I felt more turned inside out of myself than I expected, perhaps more aware of parts of my brain than usual when writing a poem.
I can’t wait to do this again.
Here’s what I came up with, and thank goodness for punctuation:
The Once & Future King
The once and future king,
A river in the sky.
Life, the universe, and everything;
The mote in God’s eye.
At the back of the North Wind,
beyond the looking glass,
The end of faith—
It’s easier than you
…does it matter?