Sunday, 8 April 2018

Ритуалите на сезона/Rituals of the season

                                          While the rain’s holding off, we’re walking back
                                          the other way to the old rowing station
                                          where, several years ago now, we ate,
                                          then watched a harvest sunset sheen the lake.

                                          With gifted flowers for health and luck,
                                          we’re newly absolved from sin,
                                          and I’m thinking how, here, that sound
                                          might signify both ‘blue’ and ‘son’

                                          and what I might have passed to mine …
                                          Only now, at lake’s edge, is not the time
                                          when there are finer details to discuss –
                                          the words for ‘crocus’, ‘cactus’, ‘sloe’,

                                          stork legends, rituals of a green season,
                                          that solitary rower crossing the water below.

Image: Marina Shiderova; text: Tom Phillips

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