Poetry By
Jimmy nil Fishhawk
Published on: 8/4/2005
Night Blessing
for F. May the moon watch over your bed lover, while the stars climb the pines May your dreams be sweet, hot and wild in the cool calm bowl of the dark Stay warm, stay warm my love in that rough pine box of a room- Over your roof the pines bending Stars in their hair Stars in their arms Sleep soft, sleep safe my love under your blankets half-patched and half-burnished- Through your window the moon stains a radiance The stars burn like ghost fire The stars spark like torches It's a winter night weirdly and wild out here, the frostbit grass aches through the dew at the roots of all the standers in the moss-bearded grove Bless your warm eyelids, bless your hot cheeks now Bless the shadows that drift and dress it all-- Trees Grass Moon Moss through the reach and the ride of the night Till the dawn comes pale and climbing from under the ribbed range of the stars- Stars like will-o-the-wisps witnessed and torches borne by travellers, like ghosts in the turning blue and strange country of the sky.
Published on: 12/7/2004
Sonnet for Leaves Shaking Light
The breeze makes the leaves shake and shift with light as morning comes, and a small wind blows the rose whose petals swam white in the dark last night. Flower like a ghost, the gold sun leaves those thorns exposed that last night hid, like a blade wrapped in veils. I should pick you and give you to my love who sleeps, still, while I watch you bob and wheel on morning air, but what would your pale presence prove? Your ice white against her warm tawny skin would look like a threat, and all those stiff hooks would fulfill their promise to catch and cling. I think I'll let you be a page from last night's book Of shadows, a note for this morning-time Poem of light on the maples and pines.
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