SPRING-STEP
Sunlight glints in flash-of-gold
on blue-gray lashes, curling
sea around each green-
black pupil glancing from cold
Pontus-depths, like lacquered pearl.
Each soul hath such a wild
wee isle – immurèd child
of even-star, whose raven whorl
beams out of everwhirr – bright
innocent prinkster, fleet-
footing the complete
spring-step, so shamrock-intricate;
Tara, Soissons, Iona know
how low she twirls, she droops
before her leaping swoops
a coign... Elijah – let her go!
Light-nimble Columba... thundery-
coot’red Geraldine... – fits
Geraldine, the crown fits
Geraldine! In a wheel of clay
through the eye of time – in a ray
of light, through a feather-
full of waterfalls... there,
there! Look there! A catenary
clover-span! Four-folded spire,
planted on copper penny-
whistle... one milky-
black Eire-eye rose Paycock-fire!
3.17.16
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