Alchemisland

I have never needed to be allowed

Go without, around, if resistance cows

Heeded little the creed of my house

Dream, cedar seed, stellar plough and cloud my saviours.

My lowing heart gentled now, anxious away from its cave

Suddenly seeks out. A single gaze’s loud bleaching

Has breached the sealed bastion of my passions

What of me the sea’s deepmost gaoled whale-beaches,

Unfrail creature you are the grail within reach.

I would scour determined every arid latitude to have you

Time makes no obstacle. Soon there is here, here there

I will ascend cronenose crags

I will root through Cronos’ stomach slag

To see you. E’en from the back you are a classical statue.

Hair corvid black, Spaniard tousled

In some blouse larger than your span, which a sea wind billows enticingly

I wait for your spit, my icing

The worm turning, on a spit.