Wednesday, 4 April 2012

Moon Under The Water

The link above is to my poetry reading on the 4th plinth in London's Trafalgar Square in 2009 as my contribution to Antony Gormley's One and Other 'live sculpture' project.. (Be warned, the whole thing last an hour.)

We all have our ups and downs, the latter possibly at their worst after nightfall and in the early hours. As for getting through the darker, rougher landscape of life, survival is the only keyword we need. (Be sure, hope will be hot on its heels.)


She strolled as silent as light
to stand by my side;
together we watched moonlight
surf a rolling tide

She took my hand, held it tight,
said not a word
as we watched a jaded starlight
across the water glide

She led me to the water’s edge,
shadows dipping low,
night train sobbing on a bridge
like a war widow

She squeezed my hand, let it go,
trod softly on moonlight,
its sylph-like waves grieving so
for the death of night

She did not call on me to follow
yet I heard her voice
filling a heart left dark and hollow
for given no choice

She sung a song of truth and lies,
urging I live life to the full
where moonlight’s bridge of sighs
gives way to dawn’s chorale

I returned home, day’s light clear
if cheeks stained with tears,
mail train raising a hearty cheer
for the world’s survivors

[From: Tracking the Torchbearer by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2012]

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