Friday, July 06, 2012

Linens

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.

5 comments:

Murr Brewster said...

Giant gaping grin.
Now please put my fetch back. She's not ready.

Dale said...

-- you surely don't think she answers to me? :-)

Beth said...

Hah! (o)

Lucy said...

Ooh. Smile. Shiver.

am said...

Splendid, Dale!

The 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."