Rite
...and in an inflamed sky
the sun bled light,
and the ground opened
its lips in parched
voiceless protest.
Trees are lungs
are gasping for
breath, and my thoughts
are phlegmy and ancient
in concept:– I must
be naked and
prostrate in serving
this god by the
edge of waters that
taste of salt; Man's part,
Primeval ... the
Sun's merely divine.
I have no idea where this poem came from. It was written just after ‘Stray’ and so there’s definitely a vibe here. The ending’s weak which is a shame because it has a strong rhythm until the penultimate line. It’s the extra syllable in ‘merely’ that ruins it or the ‘the’ in the line before it.
I always liked the image of trees as lungs because sans leaves that’s exactly what they look like.
2 comments:
"...and my thoughts are phlegmy and ancient in concept." -
Yep - that one jumped out at me.
Word association tests have always fascinated me, Kass. I’ve never sat a proper one but those I have played with have definitely stimulated my imagination. I tend to write poetry quite quickly. I may play with the thing for a while afterwards but often what you’re reading is something I wrote in not much longer than it’s taken you to read it. Which doesn’t leave much time for rational thought. The first thing that comes to my mind is what ends up on the page. Allen Ginsberg said, “First thought, best thought.” I’m not sure I necessarily agree with him but first thoughts are often interesting thoughts. In what universe if I sat down to take a word association test would I respond with ‘phlegm’ when presented with the word ‘thought’? Or even ‘ancient’? But they work.
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