in the tree it takes the shape of leaves wind shakes —
but it is not leaves and cannot be shaken loose
it comes folded as letters to be filed by month and year
but it weighs more than letters and cannot be organised
it takes the form of sly-lipped visitors
smiling at a future they could easily tell
but do not feel the need to speak
it manifests as a distant lover whose beautiful hand
is thinking of touching someone
far away
it cannot hold a simple story
there are strands that pass re-pass over under
all the tangle all the taut
secured in weave
it may be anywhere is everywhere
it is our great need
our great nest of need always full
of hunger awake with open beaks
loud with contest that drives us off
to search to seek
we work continually
you and I
our wings beat as hearts
my loves
my love
Poem by Jo Mariner
Image: John Pearson Arts And Crafts Grotesque Door Finger Plate with kind permission of Brian @ Pricewalker Antiques Keswick (ksia.co.uk) Description: A rare example of John Pearson’s work in the form of a 10” x 3”copper door push finger plate showing two grotesque creatures c.1895/1900. Please refer to KSIA catalogue at https://www.ksia.co.uk
Beautiful and touching. Love the word ‘nest’ and all its connotations. Interesting that the structure is a little different from usual, Jo.
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We never know what will happen next!
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So, enjoy your work Jo.
I find your readings soothing and hypnotic
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thanks Lynda
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Loved hearing a poem read so beaitifully. Your poems sing melifously. Deep and touching.
Brian Shenton
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thanks Brian
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