"That which is below is like that which is above that which is above is like that which is below to do the miracles of one only thing."
translating from The Emerald Tablet
Walking in tandem on the mirrored world
shadowlinked foot to foot, fingers across
eyes behind eyes, pressing out sighs
and sights that neither wants to see,
nonetheless hung unerased
on the rack of each broken embrace,
laughing tears that would bounce
too high against that tired
cracked reflector facing up.
So let the bucket spin down again
down, where it’s deepest black
where dark’s so strong, so long
there’s no feel left for solid or sop
where the only thing that bubbles up
is oblivion. Above, everything still
wanders off, it’s an empty night
with a blackmailer’s eye
watching for when to apply
the screws, everything to lose
whichever of us is really walking
on this sparkling silver sky.
Oh I can see perfectly why
no one else wants to mix up in it,
this blender of cosmic goo,
why it's just we two,
staggering in sync, twin spiders
on either side of a plate of night.
There's not much you can tell me
about the mysteries you hide that
I don't know. I've already learned that
if a woman stands alone beneath
Michaelangelo’s god bedecked array
looking up in awe, it's true
there'll be a man behind her looking up
her skirt, and who’s to say
who has the better view.
The multi-talented James Rainsford is hosting at the pub today, and has brought out some of his unique and always amazing photographs for us to work from.The title of the picture I've chosen is Reflections, and though I gave my poem a different title, it could easily have borrowed his as well.
Image: Reflections, by James Rainsford
Used with permission