A Poem
mike scott

Do you remember a new ploughed field
in the dawning day
when a young white horse
ran and ran
and the games began
and strange crested hills
on the dim green horizon
did crackle and sing to us
in deep rolling voice of
sweetness and soul-song
and stone, wood and water
great tidings did bring us
of wind and her daughter
and all the high bright ones

And was that you
under ancient Greek clouds
among marbletopped tables
in Summer pavilions
with the Gods for companions
Great Pan and the wood clans
of dryads and naiads
I remember your hands
and the smell of your fair skin
was nectar ambrosia
the fall of your hair
as it burnished my cheek
as we lay without speaking
our hearts beating, bursting
in the dark alive night

And were you beside me
in a black broken city
when we came to the surface
our scoured eyes adjusting
to the wreck of the world
its pillars of smoke
and grey towers of debris
and a man was on fire
and nobody noticed
the ground torn and melting
the air dead and hot
Then came a great thought
unbidden, unsummoned
that grew in my mind
and took root in my guts
and rode, young, triumphant
to the gates of my heart's fire
where the Beloved is found
there to be crowned !
- A feeling like climbing
headfirst into cloudburst
the birth of a new world
in the wink of an eye
and you and I, Lover
still breathing, still tangled
and what new displacements
what delights and far wildness
would you and I find there
and then you were speaking
and I remembered how to speak
and then you were laughing
and I remembered how to laugh