Preamble
Break the glass
that shields morning's flame.
Proceed from your room—
Ferns, once
We awaken in our bodies, again.
Their smooth hurts. Winged, for
the pigeon wakes too, her back
to the City. Mourning dove.
Notes towards an image
Iron ring
copse within.
Leaf // settles
Jewelling | nowhere
her Garnets,
Emeralds.
Side aches to unclasp
this constriction,
this leakage
of things–
To want to be in the world,
to want to be of the world.
Crown the jewels
crow Red
all || Mouth
City as frieze.
Pillar
Ravenful,
haven of claw.
Dawn’s
fluidsong
dissipates—
Rise up,
regain
Light —
Dark and down,
My song is more than silhouette.
To bring light,
lightsong,
O
Brightsong,
to soothe my ancient
sing to pierce the breast.
Soft, the softening rain
Sing to pierce the breast—
Sing to pierce the breast,
nighthooks brim to split.
Sing to pierce the night—
Sing to pierce the night
-hooks brim to split.
Dawn’s contraction,
slow the opening—
orchis-white a Yellow
toned song to loosen the gum
that holds peony’s ample heart.
leaf // Settles
Jewelling | nowhere
her Garnets
tempering | Scarlet
on steel
the Sky—
a Leaf
there
is
Lares
Break the glass
that shields morning's flame.
Proceed from your room—
pause–
I am night (dark) afraid
begin now, begun my
mourning for what was–
(not) slaked by light’s coming
The lares of my house is
twice-lit: dawn’s advent,
night’s candle.
Copyright 2020 The Lares series by Chris Murray
First published Indelible Literary Journal
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This series was dedicated in gratitude to Eavan Boland 1944-2020
Chris Murray 