for Barbara
I laughed at
Death again today
I laughed as only
Life can laugh
snatched tomorrow
from the jaws
of the bone
collector
burning torment
music scorching veins
the Dance not
done the feet still pound
the red road,
swirling cosmic dust
not bound to
Earth so much
as leaping flying
through
the round of days
Fell sorcerer
wielding wand of endless sleep
sends Winter's
Aweful minions riding Hard
down frozen
corridors of time unspoken
screaming
imprecations
hooves striking
blue steel sparks
from her milkless
breast
they aim to take
us Down
but at last
moment we dodge aside
wresting bubbling
Springtime
from the mouths
of their Dreadful weapons
and chuckling
rills guffawing mountains
dancing hillsides
clothe themselves again
in vibrant hued
defiance
creating the
universe again and again
from a wisp of
idea to the plunge
over the lip of
the abyss
a Thousand tiny
deaths!
a Hundred
Thousand!
grasping at Life
like the ring
on the merry go
round
following golden
promise and
Completion
I laugh at Death,
not hubris
Celebration of
the life and love
of this here/now
born again in
every instant
Explosions among
the planets
giving birth to
Stars
© 2014
pamela twining
