-Ante Deluvian : Post Plebian-
Martin Morse (2019)
Goat – melting into the brackish muck.
The Haunted House looming in the
benign, dealt with; reconciled;
The past; the foundation for our present.
Watching ladies chopping wood.
Showing them tricks we learn in Guy
Building the fire High. Higher and higher.
Dancing the night away,
Howling to the shadows—
It’s alive out there! Cawing and crashing
We are small though, and irrelevant.
No matter – we are all mixed up, in this
So, into the Bushy Palaces we retired,
Full with ambrosia and leftovers-
Listening to the Beasts..
Wombats muzzling around in the
The Lady of the Lake is the custodian here,
built these nests.
The spirits are strong here—
Their presence is easy, like a Flood.
The Milky Way is thick and marvellous.
The Flood overcame me that night.
I had been hunting and waiting, and
praying for it,
but I didn’t know what I would find.
Felt good to let something else take over
Let all my fears be drowned.
“Join the circle,” they all say;
“Let us in”..
She will show you the way.
Enjoying the quiet stars,
I feel awake and alive.
Watching as the night fades out.
I should get a few winks, because we
made big plans for tmro—
Plans for tmro:
Wrangling fuzzy bunny giraffes-
And who knows what can come of that….!