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Thursday, 10 May 2012

Alchemy

be careful not to turn the gold into lead
he said
by some strange alchemy
he said
gilded lilies
are no finer
for their veneer of explanation
he said.
“Are they real or plastic?”
she would say;
as if plastic wasn’t real
or reality wasn’t plastic
he said
quietly
in the darkness
before the dawn
he said
be careful not to turn the gold into lead
she whispered

Wednesday, 9 May 2012

50 words

stepping stones to nowhere
into the welcoming mist of uncertainty
already closing in
only three stones visible
father, son and holy ghost
turning to see am I on the first stone or the mainland
realising that
I am standing on the water
momentary clarity through the mist
I step forward