“Though lovers be lost, love shall not;
and Death shall have no Dominion.”
Dylan Thomas
Though Lovers Be Lost
4-7 /7
4
Who carved my future
in each sliver of bone?
A scratch of the iron pen
jerks the puppet’s limbs
into prophesied motion.
Who mapped in runes
the ruins of this heart?
Above me,
a rag tag patch of cloud
drifts here and there,
shifting constantly;
like this body of water,
this flesh and blood
ship in which I sail.
5
Eye of the peacock,
can you touch
what I see when
I close my eyelids
down for the night?
Black rock of the midnight
sun, rolled up the sky,
when will you release me
from my daily bondage?
Last night, the planet
quivered beneath my body
and I felt each footfall
of a transient god.
6
Thunder knocks
on the door of my dream
and I am afraid.
I no longer know my way
through night’s dark wood.
Who bore her body
out in that rush of rain?
Could she still sense
the sigh of wet grass?
Could she still hear
the damp leaves whisper?
7
A finger of fog
trickles
a forgotten face
down the window.
The power of water,
of fire, of frost;
of wind, rain, snow,
and ice.
Night’s incoming tide:
stark waters.
Rising.
rogermoorepoet 
Oh lordy I love reading your work…my library could certainly make room to house a complete collection.
“I no longer know my way
through night’s dark wood.
Who bore her body
out in that rush of rain?
Could she still sense
the sigh of wet grass?
Could she still hear
the damp leaves whisper?
A finger of fog
trickles
a forgotten face
down the window….”
I’ve lost parents and lovers, spouses and dear friends…I kind of thought this was an expression of that kind of loss.
It caused rain in my eyes.
LikeLiked by 1 person
That is so kind of you, Pearl. John and I, he came round specially, prepared Monkey Temple for Amazon this afternoon and I submitted it this evening. I will place Though Lovers Be Lost up there next, possibly tomorrow, but certainly asap. I think I have about twenty poetry books in total and I’ll put them all up, one by one! Thank you for your encouragement.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Time for me to start thinking about coming out of retirement! Gotta save up that $$!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Who mapped in runes
the ruins of this heart?
Love the entire piece. That line was deeply satisfying!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Tanya. One of my friends is coming round tomorrow and we are going to look at putting some of my books up on Amazon. Though Lovers Be Lost will probably be one of them. More later!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Excellent, Roger. Keep me posted.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Will do. I may have a couple of copies left from the original edition (2000). I have revised and improved it slightly while putting it up on the blog.
LikeLiked by 2 people
These are kind of creepy! A nightmarescape. Really evocative!
LikeLiked by 1 person
The whole sequence is about love and death (my mother’s death, actually). So yes, there are some creepy spots and a mix of memories, some good some bad. So glad you liked it.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Ah, I was thinking the death parts were metaphors for lost love. Overthinking it! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Not at all: the metaphors stand up and contain many meanings. Death means a lost lover (in multiple senses) but though the lover may be lost, love isn’t … it endures. More than a quarter of a century since my mu and dad … but I think of them almost every day.
LikeLiked by 2 people
That is wonderful, Roger. Makes my heart glad. 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
In addition, I think of a metaphor as a verbal stone cast in a pond — we do not know how far the ripples will go, nor how they will affect other people. Oh dear: perhaps I should do a blog on metaphor!
LikeLiked by 2 people
That’s an excellent idea! An an excellent metaphor to describe a metaphor!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Oh dear: more work. I do like the idea, though. Thanks for the idea and the encouragement.
LikeLiked by 2 people
My pleasure!
LikeLiked by 1 person