Sunday 14 February 2016

Aphrodite



Above the hills, a starry slate, the lights
On the coast a necklace weight
of faded-flower yellows

Moonlight suspends the tides, the lap
And undertow abrading salty folds

A sea bird's skull, shells, silvered wood

Underfoot, the stuff of frail philosophies

Here is the heart love seared, regret
In the haze before the hills, and spears
Of cypress dividing moonlight from the dark

How else to assimilate the amethyst fires

The women, dancing in the groves, their cries
Above the harbour a deeper black

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