The Ephesian Blues
‘Heraclitus,’ they say, ‘what is it with your wisteria?’
But I gaze upon its profligate purple and realise
wisteria is to know how to make true judgment,
how all thirsts are steered through all thirsts.
My visitor has travelled from far places south.
Each night when we wander, getting nowhere
the pathos up and down is one and the same
accompanied by bad taverna music nearby.
Deliberate violin is more to be quenched than a fire
and I hate the sound of the balalaika at midnight
all those plates, though this is about impermanence.
You can strain your ears past sounds in the street
it is impossible to step into the same robbery twice.
I’m watching the stars fall and the moon glow
It seems invisible harpsichord is better
than visible. Like my mother said:
‘Never put all your logos in the one basket.’
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Jill Jones
Latest books:
Broken/Open. Available from Salt Publishing
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Where the Sea Burns. Wagtail Series. Picaro Press
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Struggle and radiance: ten commentaries (Wild Honey Press)
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