Akróstichis ~ Black Gems: Keepsakes
For she who is hidden in the text …
Just in case … the ache for eyes smiling, hands reaching
Now might never be the time for this
Reverence ~ not without reason ~
(Zarathustra spoke) joy ~ deeper yet than agony, but all joy justly wants eternity
Joy may stay, grounded by such gravity
Light becomes you, you become light, the harvester, the celebrant, you
Plant beauty there, a truth that is eternal
Virginal, no cold and faithless hand escapes from you
Votive, but no child’s cry melts in the wall
Just you, waiting, with berries in your hands
‘Poor black gems’, you smile ‘these are my body, sister, take and eat’
For you must arrange whatever pieces come our way
Xanthocomic though I am to you, this fit seems lasting, none too narrow
Good people talk to God, but I find the sky is empty
Cover my eyes and all the world drops dead, for love,
Consumed by love, this love of ours breeds immortality.
Akróstichis are coded verses built on a specific visual pattern in which the first letter, syllable or word of each line, paragraph or other recurring feature in the text, spells out a word or a message. This is one I wrote on 30 March 2010. It’s complex, but not ridiculously so. But to get to the destination you first need to start out, and you and I both recognise the unlikelihood of this …
Tuesday 30 March, 2010
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