Always We Begin Again

Friday 3 July 2009

I'd slept after I woke
amongst the rocks, but always
I begin again; I picked across to
where I bade me look, into the well
and in I fell.

I dragged myself round
amongst the Gedarene tombs.
There she was; she'd tried wrapping
herself in cheap veils made from
Beijing smog.

I enfold the madwoman's hand.
While we're gone may He make her
a dress and make us a cairn,
a mark to note the summit of the
beautiful mountain.


  1. the images in your poem are most intriguing Sue, your words really make me ponder.

  2. Beautiful. You paint some mighty word pictures, my dear.


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