“Though lovers be lost, love shall not;
and Death shall have no Dominion.”
Dylan Thomas
Though Lovers Be Lost
1-3 /7
1
Once,
you were a river,
flowing silver
beneath the moon.
High tide
in the salt marsh:
your body filled
with shadow and light.
I dipped my hands
in dappled water.
2
Eagle with a shattered wing,
my heart batters
against bars of white bone.
Or am I a killdeer,
trailing broken-
winged promises
for a forgotten
god to snatch?
Gulls float downstream.
They ride a nightmare
of half-remembered ice.
Trapped in my cage of flame,
I turn my feathers to the sun.
3
Awake,
I lie anchored by
what pale visions of moths
fluttering on the horizon?
A sail
flaps canvas wings
speeding me on my way
backwards into night.
A feathered shadow
ghosts
fingers over my face.
Night’s butterflies
stutter against
shuttered windows.
Strange hands
reach out to grasp me
and once more I’m
afraid of the dark.
rogermoorepoet 
Beautiful and haunting words. The “feathered shadow” is alluring, like something that just softly brushes up against you.
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Thanks, Tanya. This is the sixth and last sequence from Though Lovers Be Lost. I’ll probably start with the Empress of Ireland when this is done. We’ll see. Thanks for being here.
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It is a privilege!
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Thank you, Tanya. But it’s also a privilege for me to be communicating with you. I don’t know what happened to the ‘little creature’ … I haven’t seen him yet. Where is he?
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I finally found Anansi … great piece of writing. I don’t know why I missed it. Found it now though. And I love it!
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Lol..Thanks, Roger! I always loved reading Anansi stories to my children. Now I have one of my own…Lol
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I submitted my first poetry collection in Canada to House of Anansi (1967) and they turned it down. Submitted my first novel to them (2010or so) and they turned that down as well. I haven’t given up hope yet though.
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With a name like that, they could make a pretty cool logo.
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It’s a big press in Canada: logo — a large black spider. Margaret Atwell published her first poems there (Toronto).
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Your writing is so amazing, I hope they publish it someday!
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What a wonderful thing to say. Thank you so much. Several of my books have been published by small presses and I have gone Indie on many more. I guess I’m just looking (and waiting and hoping) for that big break through.
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imo, you really deserve it!
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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas.
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He’s a great poet, as all Swansea born poets are; Vernon Watkins, too. ‘Rage, rage’ belongs in Monkey Temple. There are some raging, raving monkeys in there. I’ll be putting it up soon.
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Roger, That, I look forward to. That narrative holds a special place for me, and is damned entertaining. (both words; ‘Damned’ and ‘entertaining’ seemed apt.)
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We may have a go at Amazon with that one. That would be fun! The text is ready to go.
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We live in a world perpetuated by love. That’s my vision, anyway. Away with hate … let love conquer all.
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The love the Nature
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