The tresses harum-scarum,
the slanting of the skim
the clewing and the rocking and the lolling of the limb;
the stutter of the sternum,
the belly's gulping catch,
the spooling and the locking and unloosing of the fetch;
the kindling of the sacrum,
the kindliness of kin,
the tuning of the turning of the trembling of the skin:
all that vanishes at midnight,
the carriage and the horse –
what remains is just the scamper of the mouse upon its course.
Giant gaping grin.
ReplyDeleteNow please put my fetch back. She's not ready.
-- you surely don't think she answers to me? :-)
ReplyDeleteHah! (o)
ReplyDeleteOoh. Smile. Shiver.
ReplyDeleteSplendid, Dale!
ReplyDeleteThe mouse takes the cheese
The mouse takes the cheese
Hi ho, the derry-oh
The mouse takes the cheese.
The cheese stands alone.
The cheese stands alone ...
My Richard used to say that as a little boy he wondered, "Why does the cheese stand alone?" There's a koan for you.
"... what remains is just the scamper of the mouse upon its course."