Photo: telegraph.co.uk
Jake Saunders
Staff Writer
Frey, solid vapor –and the thunder winds,
Slowly pacing in circular motion,
Clouding judgment and sacrificial stares,
Cracked and lighted, and shimmering onward
A fault in the mouth of the sky, gloaming;
One tuft of mountainous puffery lines
Ever-floating and so whitely looming
Fair contrast to its back-dropped counterparts,
While most feathered compounds sway plainly on
Water-bodied horizons, grey and blue,
Sea-like, great and marvelous, thick and chilled –
Holy Sol, eradicate the confines of your lonely outer spaced dimension,
And show yourself, make known your lightness, shine!
Warmth among the deadest rouse of male-bark,
Feet like trunks, rooted and sure, stepping through
Persistent mire, o hands of pestilence
Create your bidding no more against me,
My living flesh and my cold, hollow bones
Of the earth, made whole in a wondrous eye,
My leaflet-fingertips, peeling façade,
My immaculate growing mark birches
When my limbs stretch and hold many ways out,
Strung out, stripped and bare, O god no longer
The aftermath singing like birds of eve’ –
Longing are the owls of the forest-heart,
Crying the whip-poor-will’s of the moon-pane,
Pining are the feathers in the wild dark
Laughing the chuck-will’s-widow in the gloaming
Extant are the deer in the wooded life
And weary are the wolves of harmony,
Rapid stride of cloven and padded strikes;
And lonesome the peaceful bear of great sleep.
Cunning are the feline of the shrouded soul
And bested is the slinking mammal’s weep
As lain upon the cedar’s pedestal;
Sederunt the sap on my canopy –
When agéd spirits of searching true will,
Youth remain in full and ravenous still.
Call upon me and sing over my boughs,
I shall give you warm shelter and honest rest
Under my nourishing limbs and calm peak,
Resolving calamitous reach rung clean,
Giving you rest and granting you slumber!
