Friday, November 27, 2009

The Peating of My Heart

The Peating of My Heart

It’s a lonely thing,
The sudden silence.
Birth waters still; settling.
But, listen to the resonance
In the furrowing,
Where the whispering dead-wood
And deep-shadow crawling
To the peating of my heart.

(For Michael's recently deceased mother, and mine, 21st May 2001)

From Beneath the Faery Dew

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