Thursday, 4 June 2015

Alteri Sæculo

by Rory A.A. Hinton

The Sound Of Fallen Snow
Fell three years ago, now,
About a bridge mixture
With a fragile visitor
Biting off less than she could choose.
A pendulum soul caught swinging
Between Blake's communal crime
Seen, and heard, too much to trust
In Basho's chilly climate.

But that was then, and this is then.
Remembering this moment
Butchered out of my time,
About another patch worked collage,
And another snow jaded evening.
You held my glove, then,
Wrapped in that white blanket.
I talked of Masonic prophecy,
And you listened attentively,
As our two solitudes started
Our troubled Canadian legacy.

That was before, then,
Before the organic birth
Of your betraying afterbirth
Twenty years too late.
The shadow of that famed obstetrician
Within the court yard of Alteri Sæculo
Is harbinger enough for me, now.
Better the devil you knew,
Than the one you never do?
Snowed man melted ...