A Cosmic Piety by P B Taylor

A COSMIC PIETY

Mountainous fit red waves
Of silent thought droop die
Blood drips and drains away
Leaving the bosom of my mind

In space and void canyons
Of clouds I see the time fly
To ask and spare us
Red perilous rocks of my mind

Mixture of sweet tenderness
Idling reverence is still there
In that simpering Power greed
Floats a moat of memorable dust

For always I hope to see that
I am still slowly travelling somewhere
Not remaining an insignificant dot
Wheeling the Earth’s soft crust

My thoughts as damp leaves
Whirled away from winter winds
Such roaring lion-like pieces
A cosmic piety blowing loudly

A flowering figure rises up
As that bright winter sun spins
So alone in time and space
I see Snowdrop smiling softly

Her bare rustling reeds sway away
The frozen red river nods at my friend
Sounds and smells like willow boughs
Creaking at our loving lost delicacy


Amersham. July 1973