Needle's Eye

 

 

The Still Point

 
I went through hoops for you
We went through hoops together
You went through hoops for me
oblivious of the tether

You wore your silver chain
that sang of slavish irons
I wore my golden crucifix
the mark of freedom’s scions

You primped an argent ring
forged by a Hebrew smith
I wore an antic wedding band
that bonded fact to myth

We glimpsed a starry sphere
astray in twilit woods
We shunned the need for paper trails
that led us back to shoulds

We danced upon the platform
You laughed, I laughed, so gone
into a world where tunnelled trains
were not announced too soon

You said come live with me
our story’s end’s not tragic
I caught below the rose-twined arch
a poet’s flighty magic

You said let’s flee to Scotland
it’s where musicians thrive
I sounded chords no words could mute
for you would sooner grieve

We sought in vain the rainbow
horizons pitched and rolled
We never found the needle’s eye
that ushered realms of gold

And so one Patrick’s Eve
our freighted hearts were parted
We did not guess the eyelet’s thread
would straggle where it started

I went through hoops for you
We went through hoops together
You went through hoops for me
oblivious of the tether

 

 

 

 

from Mysteries of Light (forthcoming collection)

 

 

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© Rosy Cole 2017

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Stephen Evans A Visitor to your Planet: A One-Minute Play
19 February 2018
High praise! Thank you.
Katherine Gregor A Visitor to your Planet: A One-Minute Play
18 February 2018
Beckett would be envious.
Stephen Evans A Visitor to your Planet: A One-Minute Play
05 February 2018
I just realized that the last two posts were plays. How true to the spirit of The Green Room!
Rosy Cole A Visitor to your Planet: A One-Minute Play
04 February 2018
Interesting dynamic. Reflects the popular conception of 'democracy'. (Look at it this way, the US is...
Ken Hartke Flipping the Omelet
01 February 2018
One word: Fritatta

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