xi (2020)

some tide has moved the season of a heart
grafted growth saps rose to roots
cut back unseasoned years all winter harsh
dead wood now sparks green
but must proceed with caution
to bud the rose anew again
suddenly all of a floribunda
pink and white, both
dreamtide high in blossom fullness

A. H/ K.H-H (12th & 15th & 16th May 2020)

I copied out Berowne’s speech in Act 1 Sc. 1 of Love’s Labours Lost on vanity as I read it earlier this year, as it gives the epigram to the book Van Gogh’s Ear that I’d started (and need to pick up again). It’s a beautiful speech, to me anyway, plodder that I am in some ways. And I wrote it out for someone close. So I thought I’d try and write in the Bard’s manner a little and like this, though it probably needs situation amongst trans poems to make some of the sense it has.


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