search instagram arrow-down

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Archives

Facebook – Neil Booth

One Cave

I have just come across this wonderful poem by John V Taylor in his small book “A Christmas Sequence” published in 1989 by The Amate Press:

One cave is very like
another. Rumour too late
smouldering over the hill
summoned me breathless down
the sheeptracks. Around the well
shrill twittering children reiterate
this as the place.

spacerFresh
donkey’s dung at the door the only
evidence of arrival and departure.
This bare stage of staled straw
has seen no play, other
than birth and passing of beasts.
Yet I stand scenting the trace
of my own kind lingering
like smutch of candles quenched.
Nothing remains to hold
me here but the hollow plainly impressed
in the hay trough. Still the starling voices
chime faintly. I stoop, fingering
the firm fineweave bowl of the nest
that is the measure and mould
of my untenanted heart.

I love that … “the measure and mould of my untenanted heart” … though now, of course, it IS tenanted by the Spirit of the One who made the hollow in the hay.

Advertisements
Leave a Reply
Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: