
The Oken Stone Podcast
Poems, stories and thoughts from Galloway, Scotland.
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Geology
Walking, I passed between stones
unnoticed leaving left and right
divided by geography.
An accident of place or time?
It wasn't clear but crystalline.
My hemispheres are cut through.
Thought is hard and ordered,
slow; blood seems
an unnecessary fluid,
heart beats a series
of shocks across
tectonic continents of skin.
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The Oken Stone Podcast
Monster
This is a poem from 2002. It was a very colurful year amongst many such years. Hindsight - does that mean looking at the deer's tail? The monster in question here is my libido I supose, or the hidden clockwork mechanism that drives one.
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Monster (forbidden series)
Teeth are sinking in, through flesh to bone
the pain colourless, like a word.
This monster has me now by the back
of my neck, one paw upon my shoulder
bearing down its weight its body of
most gorgeous desire and with a movement
so subtle to leave me breathless,
lifts me from the ground.
Lights and thoughts fly across my vision
like wings, carrying my mind away to
some mountain top - Sinbad borne
aloft to the nest of the Rock -
a refuge most perilous, most dangerous.
Like the sailor I must bind myself to the
legs of the beast with my own hair -
cross the oceans of emotion beneath
love's guardian - oh terrifying apparition -
and in a distant place, another time,
unbind my chest from its harness -
fall into the seas of, the rivers of,
my destiny.
Teeth are meeting, biting through,
tearing away a piece of my body
that will never repair, repeat -
come this way once, live only once.
Looking up - into its eyes I see a tear
Fall and splash upon my feet - the
fires of compassion incandescent in each
pupil change from red to green to
brown and shades like memory -
reflections of my own body glisten upon
the moisture, the opalescent glaze of
an iris so impenetrable, so far away.
Blood flows from my wounds into the
ground, my head grows unclear,
my departure now due
from platform thirteen - trece;
bells ring, baggage is loaded -
there is no way back from here,
we travel this way once -
I'll see you there because here is
already gone - sliding past the windows,
blending into history - I'll see you there,
tied to the legs of a legend - I'll see you there:
swimming in future waters.