Something Didn’t Happen

Once upon a time
In a distant land
Something didn’t happen
And everyone was glad.

Once upon a time
Neither here nor there
Something didn’t happen
But nobody knew where.

Once upon a time
Anywhere but here
Something didn’t happen
And someone cried a tear.

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The Soul Of Genius

 

 

Back in 2015, Blackwell's Bookshops and the Bodleian Library jointly offered an Academic Writing Prize of £2,500 for the best student essay entitled What is Genius? It was timed to celebrate the opening of the new Weston Library where an inaugural exhibition, Marks of Genius, displaying 130 of the Bodleian's greatest treasures, was being mounted. Whilst 'genius' is a hackneyed term which undervalues its essential meaning, perhaps, after all, it is universally available.

I have been unable to discover the winning essay, but decided to share with you a few thoughts in the following poem. This is from my second collection, Mysteries of Light, which is currently being compiled.

 

 

A Talent Set On Fire
 

Genius is talent set on fire by courage.
Henry Van Dyke


Genius is interior light
the fathomless world of the crystal
caught in a needling sunbeam
or quivering candlelight

It is not of itself intellectual
nor inspiration, acumen, slick memory
the crisp organisation of words
on the uninformed page

Genius burns without consuming
like Moses' bush on Sinai
discard your mental shoes
this is Holy Ground
a penetrating glimpse
of form and meaning
hard edges melting
in luminous mist
patterns within patterns
reverberant echoes
from wild forgotten caves
pounded by tides subject
to lunar magnetism
the synaptic lightning
forked from the lodestone
of archaic memory

The landscape of genius
is the sheer rock face
grappled with irons and grit
for a squint at Eternity

 

The Great White Peak - Edgar Payne

 

Copyright

© Rosy Cole 2017

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What Winter Knows

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On December 21st, the winter solstice and the fifth antiphon of Advent... 'O Oriens'

 

 

Triumph of morning 
clear as a dazzling mirror
banishing hoar-frost

splintering ice over ruts
releasing trapped air

 

fretted oaks moss-lit
engross a blank horizon

synapses dormant

like old folk at the bus-stop

waiting for a ride

 

ammoniac wind
scours the sinuses

of forsaken woods

June a mulch of memories

restoring root sap

 

skeletal boughs
stitch oblique shadows

to the westward fields

widgeon surf silver air

chevron-winged and sure

 

Hope tunes the theme
reborn in flight, and sunrise

breaks upon eternal azure

to greet a world reborn

O wonder! O Oriens!

 

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Poem from Mysteries of Light collection coming 2017

 

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Oh, Do Not Give Me Sunrise

 

 

Oh, do not give me sunrise

and day beguiled

with ripening smiles, delivered safe

dawning of dismissal

from a brighter sphere

shrunk to oblivion

in the womb of night

the sea's bloodbath gilded with promise

 

And do not give me sunrise

on teasing cusp

of an epiphany that cannot wax

amidst a galaxy

of solipsist worlds

whose ebbing heartbeats

crave unpolluted air

and epic rest and consummation

  

Oh, do not give me sunrise

apprehensions

of things that might and mustn't come to grief

tales of fair Avalon

unreached, and longings

withered to a fault

for want of nurture

in furrowed field at season's sowing

 

Pray, do not give me sunrise

with ravelled skeins

of untold histories and mysteries

designs untapestried

to be single-stitched

by fumbling fingers

in taut laboured hours

eyeless in Gaza and as a slave

 

But rather grant me sundown's laurels

blood fire-consumed!

an Indian Summer of the senses

spent flesh telling, spirit

hailing the far shore

shuffling loose the coil

while mystic music

in surround sound shuns costly cadence

 

 

 

 

 (New edition November 2016)

Copyright

© Rosy Cole 2009 -2016

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Ken Hartke To Lucinda, Whoever You Were
24 June 2017
Thanks, Rosie. She has been gone 100 years but is still a presence.
Rosy Cole To Lucinda, Whoever You Were
24 June 2017
Love this. Brimful of poignancy and humanity.
Founder Member The Delight of Hand-Writing
19 June 2017
Lovely piece of writing ☼ Reminds me to befriend my fountain pen again. I wrote the first 3 chapters...
Stephen Evans Something Didn’t Happen
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I wrote it some time ago but it did seem strangely appropriate.
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