SNAPSHOT POETRY CYCLE
MOON
Swimming, this feeling
A slither, diving in
As Monday nears an end.
Swinging and whistling, against the day
A rout of light, dampened by rain
As Monday nears an end.
Diffused in the deluge, parting the waves
Hands meet, separate, and mark the way
As Monday nears an end.
MARS
Swim through this, steal the secret
Of one last sliding wish
The kiss hangs loosely, in mid-air
Sent to a windowpane
Its breath before us is
Wiped, the stain of love
Fingers stick onto the glass;
The invisible shield protecting us
From the tide. Swim through this.
MERCURY
Love occupies life
Or lack of love
Distorting momentum
Love occupies life
Or its overdose
Stalling propulsion
Love occupies
And yet it runs free...
Harmonising with living
A new alarm is...
Or lack of love
Distorting momentum
Love occupies life
Or its overdose
Stalling propulsion
Love occupies
And yet it runs free...
Harmonising with living
A new alarm is...
Ringing
Tinging
Ring-a
-Linging.
JUPITER
Chant it
Sing it
Wing it
Catch wind of it
Breathe it
Dig it
Deep it
Keep it
Breathe it
Wing it
Chant it
– Sing it!
VENUS
Shadows of the night follow Venus
We are buffering air
Skimming over the bridge
Skeins of light spill and skit
Shadows are all around, we threadle
In between scenes with speed
And lost inside this puppet play
Inside our own shadow box;
A toy theatre, its construct mere paper
And magicked by infant trickery
Shadows follow but
Do we chase tails
Or do tails lasso us
As the set is changed around
Are we coursing for a sunrise or
Only ever to find another destination
Only ever to arrive at the next dawn.
Skeins of light spill and skit
Shadows are all around, we threadle
In between scenes with speed
And lost inside this puppet play
Inside our own shadow box;
A toy theatre, its construct mere paper
And magicked by infant trickery
Shadows follow but
Do we chase tails
Or do tails lasso us
As the set is changed around
Are we coursing for a sunrise or
Only ever to find another destination
Only ever to arrive at the next dawn.
SATURN
Grey unhalted
Back-forth-back
Slish-slash
Drawing a breath
Like a draft
From a cigarette
Lovers caress
Under rainfall forever
On dank London streets
Slash-slish
Forth-back-forth
Unhalted grey.
SUN
Shards of reflection
Coast glide steal kill
Broken
Mirror
Descendant
From
Nowhere.
Unto unexpectation
Sunday turns...
© Martin Slidel, London, November 1999
Photographs © Martin Slidel 2021
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