The Loom

(By Gub)

Love
The energiser
The blooming loom
Weaving light
From darkness' basket
blossoms
From the womb.

Yet there is
a brood
Of menace,
Twilight casts shadows from the hill
Sparks in the valley
Remind us
Winds, storms and winter
Can still prevail

What use our wants or longing
Desire unquenched
By petulance or pride
Love has its own vanity
Adolescent temper,
Unsure
As any bride.

Yet mellow with this madness
Give in slowly
To succulent thrill.
Harmony is ageing
Love's test
A patient
Still

The wicker
Hand of an ancient
Loved one
Clasped tight around
That ring
A band of metal faces
Outwards
A silver watermill

Light dances
Off the circle
Moments time inscribes
Those yesterdays
were once tomorrows

The gift
That love
Defined.