to Kernow first. The foot of Prydain
Fawr, a frozen island of twenty four
Pretani Brython speaking pre-literate
kingdoms there, before the great penal
Claudian army came with Atrebates'
King Verica who fled from Silchester
àfter Catuvellauni Epaticcus took
his tribal land Ver's father seized
when Julius Ceaser's mind fooled
itself in a wind Mark Anthony sped
under: slapped the cliff and shed
crocodile tears beneath when green
sea lapped; and facing an imploding
red roman tide of imperial death
to the East: papered on spring-wed
blows, a pot of hospitality all those
racing, writing and reciting, WaR-ring
sideboard-strategist know-alls knew
a tent
flapping the jealousy of Epaticcus
venting icy raging blasts - star struck
Hypoborean island mixtured sleet
and ice:
always it has been flappy: two, three
generations and all returns to same
the framing utterly unchanged, quo
irrevocable - grandchildren wedded
to inventions and inversed soul, green
non-existent foundation-fluxed lingo
springing lies to accumulate and thaw
in learning to ignore a throw of fictional
faith and tantrums Roman thinkers
looking westward for hearing their
there lore as truth arisen throw
as if the ghost (s/he speaking through
us with a honey-kissing tongue moving
our mouth-streams to the original
boundary of fictional beauty-recoquo)
who arose arias and still does:
spring the English American freedom
of being bezzie pals conquering
the world of all its ills and, the great
rat-egg double feckin luvin it Larhn
den hand-gum being cool, wiggly
on da rood of a god given verse god/s
give and we got: extemporisation
living lingo, freedom s/he controls in us,
each unique quotidian speech - all four
seasons in a single vista when farthest
West - unbelievable in the mind of a lamb
Alba ba ionic wind and invisible weather
shee women return: to all who travel
under ground and move through ether
as wind airing breath springing eternal,
blue-shirted daily mail good aul Ossie
mosleying mostly to Jordan's unfortunate
dream being born a pink pony princess,
sounding trill proselytizer/s who arose
in eenie meanie miney mo
Mister Authorial Dough Boob
rose under the dawning thing under
water
a can and branches barely
glowing floating bloody cultural chains
cherisher/s of nothing we neither hear
nor heed, but act and talk: horrifically
of what s/he wore criminally trivial
and/or reasonably mortal belief s/he is
answering prayer of flowers returned
in a well of time at the foot of Flower
Mouth-rock profusely woven silver
strands of Clonakilty dreamers, three
quarter Connacht's words spamming
at work in early unfair 20C springs:
spying a post no eye deleted before
- ice completely depleted, we air -
from forum to forum , over-spy eyed
in the sharp clip of clarity caught over
here
when shiva is there
Shiva is here;
everywhere far beneath jumping
into space apportioning Moirae
space reversed
space spare
spare space freeing forward weaving
back and weft : into returning air
earth
and everywhere a tick in equine locks
the wind whipped turf in creels of bog
s/he is and we have been: are hosting
boasting moderator/s posting carved
air etched good - ordered springing
in a current along one electric seer
logged in - seered and surfaced
the end-name talisman of this shade's
edifice
who lives in the other world beyond
consciousness or ken of many; and most
know not her brand of words leave
shimmering , bob fixed and turn psychic
air: extracting from space the sheer self
trick of ghostly desires lulled, floating
through an open thought-door straight
struck, spliced mainline in softly
- some say non-existent -
pictures plucked from Tír na nÓg
cormarant perched on the foundation
base of O'Connell Street bridge pulling
fish from green water as neon-struck
rust-cans float by:
come escape and stomp sodden belief
underfoot; web in frozen crushed fish
towering above trout, let gut-logic
mangle in a looking glass, then conjure
woman married four times who cured
gout-limp in Clare's bleak mid-winter.
. white witch herbalist living in Feakle
piston-sleek mind unhindered wrapped
weighted and who read an empty blue
bottle reflecting light: our minds will
steer absurdly straight this track
sense depicted, and you will
- twenty yards from the Q Bar
ten feet below the Liffey tide-mark -
reveal a world lit by Faha's Biddy Early.
. unopen the door again, is ajar Artless
maze imagined through which we your
dream - what are we here to host - flit
from form to ingenious form quick
& beautifully seizing a basket drained
full with petals held by a womb above
the day below instinct carelessly
scattered, faint honed mourning
thinning away, the thought before us.
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