Ice light in my eyes
1 min readDec 11, 2018
by John E Marks
Tuesday 11th December 2018 8:32 pm
Iceflowers in the wind
this storm black night
Stings me awake
dreams scatter the light
(black with cloud,
earth, in grave colours)
No black candles here
no witches’ moon,
No lifting of the gloom
gone, all gone, too soon
(see the dead a-glimmering
brimful against the sky)
Alone in a room
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iceflowers zoom
Shimmer in my head
like the living and the dead
(a dark-blue bloom
on the far-away moon)
The heart is never done
words stumble into line
We are not who we think we are
Phoenixes made of time
(flesh blood,
bread, wine)
Still music of the spheres,
in an echoing sky,
Invisible moonbeams
drift quietly by.
( we line up the hills
and write-up the sky).
