Knot Garden

 

Photo: Bill Cooper for Birmingham Royal Ballet 

 

 

You tied my strings and bade me dance,

You weren't the first, you know,

My cradle rocked to others’ tunes

and primed the scene just so

 

Between the Then and Now they filed

who learned my soul to crave

Knot legacies taxed Mary’s tears

but loosed me from the Grave

 

 

Mary, Untier of Knots - Johann George Schmidtner

 

from Mysteries of Light (forthcoming collection)

 

 

 

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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)

 

 

Copyright

© Rosy Cole 2017

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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

from Mysteries of Light (forthcoming collection)

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© Rosy Cole 2017

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