meine umwelt
avec moi, sans moi,
par moi
Ahh… and the tales I shall unfold
May blast comprehension if the truth be told
An ode to the masters, martyrs and whims
A satyr on life and sullied daydreams
(1996)
Borne of hallowed ground
Furrow long a treasure gleaned
Water sweet by salt
Hilly milk of mouldy caves
Honey truffled pigs
In earthen pots raised stone by stone
Acorn ripe flint bright
Which son set slowly tomb by tome
Wild w'den bryg kin
Howled at sanctuary's fell
Red-
A count to lichen's steady fall
Brambling swiftly home
Rough hewn bark and steady waves
Stars are out this night
Silent, steady block be hewn
(6th Dec ‘17)