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)

 

 

Comments 3

 
Katherine Gregor on Sunday, 09 July 2017 17:16

I don't understand your poem entirely, Rosy, but that's because I find poetry difficult in general. It is, though, very beautiful, poignant and I love its musicality.

I don't understand your poem entirely, Rosy, but that's because I find poetry difficult in general. It is, though, very beautiful, poignant and I love its musicality.
Rosy Cole on Thursday, 13 July 2017 16:18

Thanks kindly for your comments, Katia. To be truthful, I have great difficulty with most of the contemporary poetry scene myself and do struggle to find it inspiring. Something in a poem should snag at first reading and open up on revisiting from time to time. As with dreams, a poem may speak to us without it passing through the processes of intellect. We grasp many things subliminally, through imagistic phrases, through dream-sense, and through rhythm and rhyme. It may speak to the heart and the psyche where reason can't.

Thanks kindly for your comments, Katia. To be truthful, I have great difficulty with most of the contemporary poetry scene myself and do struggle to find it inspiring. Something in a poem should snag at first reading and open up on revisiting from time to time. As with dreams, a poem may speak to us without it passing through the processes of intellect. We grasp many things subliminally, through imagistic phrases, through dream-sense, and through rhythm and rhyme. It may speak to the heart and the psyche where reason can't.
Stephen Evans on Sunday, 09 July 2017 21:37

Deeply felt.

Deeply felt.
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