Alchemisland

My writing a giant tower

Each storey a life story

A foundation that shakes

Or a stamen of a flower

Built by William Blake

See eternity in an hour

Power of now pales 

To the powerful sound

Of young Boreas’ gales

The bards strummed scales

Orpheus had played 

O’er the elden dales

Females irreverent in heavensent weather

Peahens iridescent in the low river 

Bends round as bangles

Reeds all atangle 

Meander-spangled Anduin 

Anorexic light filters through clouds in narrow beams, like a needle in 

A sheep’s coat, like a knife across a lamb’s throat the sky opens 

Adds to the river, rapid rainfall

Before a drop the gulls are cawing 

Raindrops running down his overalls

First mate calls from across the báidín

Continue or stop? It is his call

He is his Bean Pháidín on this boat 

The Proteus on this ocean afloat 

Haul anchor, haul

Without stall, with a groan 

Of wood and men straining

Ceaseless drum of raining

The anchor let fall 

Turns the sea to foam

For now it’ll stay them 

Though they sway ceaselessly in vengeful, targeted noreasterlies 

They squeezed together in monkey jackets and aran fleeces, sweeped

Deck and sail of ice and brine

And other things what knacker a spine

The horizon is like a swine on the pyre

It has a rounded spine and a line through it

They are approaching some island 

So says the reputable pilot, bet his license

On the accuracy of that advisement

Trusted what his eyes sent, this and every day hence that gift’s discoverance.