I want to re-ignite momentum on my blog!
Through a series of blessed synchronicities, I find myself here again, at last, after almost seven months.
Today eleven years ago I formally wedded that beautiful soul, the poet Norman Morrissey and, in the wake of that event, I created a hand-made book of poems for him - most of which have never seen the light of day.
I'm moved to share two of them with you.
They are quite distinct in their energies.
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| Four-footed by Silke Heiss |
Four-footed
My ring has four loops
round the green eye
round the green eye
of the centre stone.
Wisdom is an animal:
four paws on the earth
keep the heart humble
and the mind
uninterested
in suffering.
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The above poem was written in Grahamstown, where I was staying with my fifteen-year-old son, who was not at all happy, at the time, about my marriage to Norman. Norman, for his part, had his youngest son staying with him in Hogsback, so we were both, during and very shortly after our wedding, more or less absorbed in parenting, more than we could be in one another. This was painful to me, but the ring (which I had designed myself) gave me strength, it gave me the sense not to indulge myself. At least, my poem led me there, to a better self, you could say.
The second poem is entitled Fire. I like it because, as far as I'm concerned, it reveals me to myself more articulately and more wittily than I could do. If that makes sense. Here it is.
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| Fire by Silke Heiss |
Fire
Hestia and Aphrodite
- the virgin goddess of the hearth
and the brazen goddess of love -
in me
somehow combine -
Hestia's fire keeps
my loins loyal,
while the love goddess' spark
illuminates my kitchen
and all I conjure
in the heat there.
Ag, it probably sounds very grand and unlikely.
But it's true
my eggs are in two baskets -
both very
near fire.
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Hmm. I shall be curious as to whether this little bit of breath on that little bit of tinder does, indeed, re-ignite my blog.
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| Strelitzia - my chosen wedding flower, blooming in Sunrise-on-Sea, where I now live. |
