(the 18th of October, 2015, Kennington Lane)
Primary colours
Industrial effort at seamlessness
Virgin set for our display of imperfection
No finely tuned machine will smooth our creases
My fingers can appreciate the hard unyielding line of the granit
But fingers were made to touch skin and
Eyes to look at eyes not neat circles on a Cath Kidston cup
I unwrap yet another pan
And remember that your arm feels so much warmer than a steel handle
In a corner
I gather cardboard and plastic - clean mess
There's other waste
this gleaming space
not yet a home
storehouse four our weekend crap
A multicoloured box for
Pandora's stifled scream
A reflection on D H Lawrence;
Will and Anna Brangwen 's Church viewing
In THE RAINBOW
(By Gub, the 18th of October, 2015, Belfast)
They stand apart,
Seeing the stones rise up.
Will's heart is with the
craft of masonry, the beams aloft plough
Furrows of wood
Strong beneath the sailing
Rafters, holding erect foursquare against the storm..
Medieval works, commissioned, purposeful
Acted out with intent,
The materials of their day
Given shape, glorifying the
Heavens and all made large by good men and true.
Anna - viewed the beams the rising arches of the roof, her eyes lifted up, but travelling through the stone vault her heart soared to the clouds above the church, to the real heaven of this material home - the symbol of Will's worship --
She felt God's presence, and not merely his inscriptions.
Will yearned to abandon
This lair, but his world was defined by wood and stone and without index there would be no measurements.
So Anna relinquished body to soul whilst Will sought soul in the body and their lives were cleft from head to toe in an unholy helix --
For the gift of sex brings separateness, and no sanctity where love lies.
A reflection on D H Lawrence;
Will and Anna Brangwen 's Church viewing
In THE RAINBOW
(By Gub, the 18th of October, 2015, Belfast)
They stand apart,
Seeing the stones rise up.
Will's heart is with the
craft of masonry, the beams aloft plough
Furrows of wood
Strong beneath the sailing
Rafters, holding erect foursquare against the storm..
Medieval works, commissioned, purposeful
Acted out with intent,
The materials of their day
Given shape, glorifying the
Heavens and all made large by good men and true.
Anna - viewed the beams the rising arches of the roof, her eyes lifted up, but travelling through the stone vault her heart soared to the clouds above the church, to the real heaven of this material home - the symbol of Will's worship --
She felt God's presence, and not merely his inscriptions.
Will yearned to abandon
This lair, but his world was defined by wood and stone and without index there would be no measurements.
So Anna relinquished body to soul whilst Will sought soul in the body and their lives were cleft from head to toe in an unholy helix --
For the gift of sex brings separateness, and no sanctity where love lies.
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