The Writers' Circle

The Weathercock
- of change and death
and of the puissant sea
that expands, retreats,

expands;

of the sibilant, musical, brash sea
that repeats dal segno
	back to the beach,
	repeats

in rhythmic waves; the sassy sea
that pulses, pounds, resounds
	and strums and thrashes:

the moshing sea
that rattles at the earth
	and at its sissy ribs;

the punky sea
with whales and seals
within its seams - its monks,
	its weary, its noblesse;

and of their compassion,
	companionship and gentleness:

hence of the weathercock:
	of change and death;
	of water that pilgrims to the sea;
	of the wind that changes;

	of the tide and 
                                of the witting, witting sea
	the skaldic sea that overwhelms
	that wars and rages and withdraws
		and is defanged;
	hence of one's own future
overwhelming and defanging;

hence of the weathercock:
	hence of the tide of one's own inward sea and context;
	of one's swarm to death
		through the swell of one's own cerebral cortex;

	hence of change and death;

of the weathercock:
of the sail and rage and crack and sink and plummet
		and acquiescence;

of the delve and dive
		and hew into the darkness
		of one's own coalface mind -

	of one's personal stained glass
		and crash through it;

	of one's own convene
		to dream
		with gentle death

		as water convenes in seas
		because water knows water
			and flows to it -

		when it is time.

21st May 2007

(Dedicated to the Cutty Sark - written on the day the Cutty Sark went up in flames)