Keeners – a poem by Francesca Diano

Image Detail from Gospel of Luke, Book of Kells

From the Book of Kells



The woman of tears, that cries from distant darkness

Is your lonely companion – and yet she bears no loneliness.

You dug deeply into the bog of souls

Into the misty eyes of subtle whispers

Crowds of whispers – linked together – shape your path –

Like pebbles thrown into the water.

Wide circles trembling over the skin of time

Delicacy – white skin of singing echoes.

Silence thrust into sound – rings of glowing distress –

Hidden amid the stony route – a single sign –

Cobweb-like trace of hidden gods – now only energies.

Dappled green – dappled brown – intertwined in a cloak

Strips of grey hair set loose to reach the wind.

The ancient mothers knew.

They wore their sorrow like a golden lace

Around their throats and spoke so silently

To the ones who had set on the journey

Reaching for distant shores – across the sea of tears

Beyond reach – beyond space – beyond delusion.

They chose you to give voice to, – you to disclose

Once again secret rites – that they be kept

– trapped into the chalice –

A secret token to the dormant ones.



(C) 2006 by Francesca Diano RIPRODUZIONE  RISERVATA


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