the dance of Pandora

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i am dancing
tho, not fast enough
to keep to your heart
and from the start there
appears a wind, seemingly
fostering your uplifted foot
affording you height and ground

around trees bow to you
like subjects who have
long, long prepared arrival
your appearance their survival lead
with the brilliant crest you wear
i have seen before – your
display discreetly, timid

though shy you are not
in freedom released
in germinated splendor
you rise to the occasion
and draw out the spirit
of a sleepy seed
and I too bow to you
in need of innocence – remembered
September, December locked away

the meadow, long
not from dream
awakened to lark and red
breasted being – poised in state
as mate stages a lifeless twig
giving home to life forthcoming
giving hope to a cloistered soul
of dances dressed far into
long summer nights – penned
to remembrance

a memory of present
moments – sung into existence
laughed into vibrancy,
an estacy of accord with nature
her name hidden within the
trunk of majesty - turned full
while the fox takes the path unnoticed
to witness the dance
you breathe in her foot – rooting
word to the earth you cover
in Spring – then step
well away

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2009

Cheshire Cat

Do not follow me home if you do not intend on coming in

Then sit on my window sill with that wide uncertain, silly grin

Fading ,fading, fading - away

when I open the door

pretending you were not even there

just one thought before

 

As back to the window I clamor, running so willingly sure

To find a line or two to read between your demure, Reappearance

of a sort that Only, only, only

a teacup can produce

Along with a Hatter and a Dormouse, served

with an all to familar maddness Darting, darting, darting loose

 

Within a mist of Dodos and Doorknobs, Cat-er-Pillars lost to smoke

Oh, March I do wonder why a White Rabbit - should wear a Royals cloak 

As cats from Cheshire disappear just for seeming fun

And I find myself Falling, falling falling

back up a hole I do believe

I started my falling from 

 

bmackenzie 

copyrighted 2009

The Hero’s Face

This face you wear

With masks removed

And shadows visible for what they are

Its hero befriending a distant star 

Has lines of truth

And scars well hidden

Between the lies of a given name

Who ventured to play life’s daring game

Tempting the heart, but wanting a soul

 

This face you wear

Has known its power

In stories tested by restless years

Its hero born of bitter sweat and sweetened tears 

The scars of truth

And lies well hidden

Between the lines of a taken name

As all who breath partake life’s game

Temptation has danced on this soul

(Temptation dances on my soul)

 

This face you wear

It knows truth as lies, 

Lies as roads walked in truth

Faith and fragment tried in knots

Woven into well dressed hymns

Written now as sweet repose

In lines this face has left exposed

 

A hero’s face left exposed

 

bkmackenzie

copyrighted 2009