I thought I would post the first of the 34 Susan Poems
(http://www.dgdclynx.plus.com/poetry/library/cern1.html)
written in a fortnight in 1982.
Hallowe'en
I want you here with me now,
In your black sweater and your amber jeans,
The love bursting out of your smile; your heart.
This Hallowe'en we begin a journey,
through the ways of the sisters and the brothers.
This is the wild hunt, the seeking;
Wrapping up the immortal in words,
for once and for all.
Taking my seat at the top table,
Your bright eyes flashing with approval.
I incantate your presence at the feast, rightly.
It is of the Lord and of the Lady,
Invoked from open graves in harmony;
Their skulls lined by worn flesh,
Their blood cooled.
My black cat will be ferocious tonight,
as he dances the magician's tumbledown paths.
And I will begin the antique story
of wonders, of enchantments, dreams;
Cheeks pressed to windowpanes eyeing the full moon.
I am peeling a peach as I sit at the table,
Oversated by the first half of my life.
The little cat sits waiting for his supper.
You sit and bathe in the glow of love,
I have summonsed you up out of the darkness.
Your eyes and ears are to listen to felicitous majesties,
Sonorous, gilded; rituals from childhood:
It is ducking for apples and the guisers' party piece.
For a rich skeleton is spread before me,
And I will munch it and crunch it bone by bone.
Douglas Clark, Bath, Somerset, England ....
http://www.dgdclynx.plus.com
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