Aias

Aias

One of the heroes of Homer’s Iliad, known more
by the Latin form of his name, Ajax, whose shield
was even layers of hide capped with one of bronze.

game
Terracotta amphora signd by ‘Exekias’ with Achilles & Ajax Playing a Board Game, 540-530 BCE.
when
we
woke
where
the square
of hours
leaned
into five,
the tide,
placed
offering
of
calm,
the earth’s
arm in dark
sleeve
stayed at
the rim,
it was
there
above
a glow,
like a
distance
on the
tongue,
of rose
in water,
just there,
in a sky
you felt
to touch
up into…
i recalled the
‘rosy fingered dawn’ ‘
rhododactylos ios
ῥοδοδάκτυλος Ἠώς
of Homer
the metaphor
ringing still
like
first light,
the lifted
shield
of word
the sun
drove
down upon
singing,
the attic
reds and
black grass
figures round
the vase
cup and
pitcher,
the rested
spear
the fated
game,
i could not
stop the
play that
gathered
me in
round,
the dropped
armour of
epithet
remaining
long after
my body’s
dust

february 2020

*‘rhododactylos:‘ Homer’s famous epithet of the
dawn (the goddess Eos) as rosy-fingered

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The music comes from Track 24, ‘Paen & Processional’ from the collection ‘Music of the Ancient Greeks’ performed by Ensemble De Organographia, who perform surviving fragments of ancient Greek music on recreated instruments. Acknowledgements to all spirits whether of the living or passed on involved in its recording.

 

 

round the edge

round the edge

domain

that park,
our domain,*
the people go
across it, the
trees go
around it,
arms out on
the shoulders
in front,
shuffling
along the edge,
never marching
straight across like
those kids with dogs,
cricket bat and ball
or wobbly bicycle;
the trees go
politely round
the edge.
i reckon
one night they
should march out
in the silver breath
Continue reading “round the edge”

beyond the rain

beyond the rain

beyond_the_rain
‘Invisible Traveller’ by Big Cat

beyond the rain
the night was
shining in its
music
a
dissonance
you heard out
until it resolved
only to warp
again

beyond the rain
the planets were
turning like brass
weathervanes
in the sky
an
orchestra of
lost directions

beyond the rain
the air was
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