Born again,
old Goddess,
in a white, mute wonder of new-fall,
stepping out,
through unique cell miracles of your clean body,
dredging to consciousness my few foot-marks;
a shod child's teetering,
an old sinner's slot.
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Hex me into your unsettled, unsettling glory,
for all these trodden flakes
and dispassionate, life-robing reveries:-
slush press laden with interlacing wars,
lip bitten bloodstains
down an ancient throat,
too cold to repent -
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... but just to be out now, uncoated,
on swift, bracing journey,*
revelling in your angel danger,
while holy angers
reverberate in shuddering air.
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........................
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*journey - I think to the corner shop.
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This Goddess poem gets the full religious Monty.
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Tapestries
PoetryPoems from 1978 onwards. These poems are in a different style from the later MajorSeventh, the earlier ones often with more of an Eastern-influenced cadence. Later, they vary a lot in form and style.
