White Tryptych - Code

Night limbs lean out to trace those long roots

The many arteries of this forest

And somewhere in its web I can find rest

Feeling entirely all the fractures of this space

It shines out on hunters in stasis

Frozen in the membrane of night

Rapt under the Moon’s cool skin on earth

And charged with purpose

I trap a fragment

An echo strapped in amber

Moth-like and held from home

You, then, are my reluctant tutor

And through you I interpret the stark lunar stare

The mad visitation

Savour — fasting guardians of night

A black watch on the heath stilled by low currents

Grace — trickles of scent and heat

Fissures affixed as petrified twine

Bask — vain sepulchral hairs

Whose blossom aches and huddles close

Course — milk-light over hushed hearts

And breath’s crystal hung celestial

For you the bellicose thorns wind

Like secret serpents from light

For you the players sway on a stage of alabaster

Clasping their hands

Clasping their hands

Bold in rich cobalts

From a bottomless well

An amour of ivories

Sutures of spell

Don’t fade in my prism

I shall empty your book

And deliver to midnight

The majesty took

Shine!

Flood the fields deranged

Silver-white stain

It seeps to draw the wonder through the web

To teeter at the edge

For your gaze turns the cold stone

And bears a monument out of waste

For your dead walk ingrains Life with Death

And makes marvels of the gradients