Birth Fantasy Fairy Cats and Evenings

THE CHOICE HE WAS asleep Between space and time The first light on the world Floated idly On him He was just born. His folded hands Glowed a pale pink To keep the fire of life He wondered if he was really awake. Is it the true world? Is it the true village? Is it the true nest? He kept kicking And cried like a scared owl. God trod to the next village. COUNTLESS Oh said the voice Let me kiss you Let me go in the fairy way Let me love you earth Overly cautious she crouched Over a street strewn with splinters S o confusing for a fairy She approached a dark alley Full of vermin and dead So confusing for her noble nose We call it miscarriage in our land She said and picked up intruder’s naked smell Leftover of yesterday’s predation She did not move She was crippled in an unknown fear The emotion alien to a fairy I want to love you But you will kill me That she said and flew all the way Across hellhole and slammed into a tree Still young, bright, full of promises Though clawed by vampire birds She moved in sense of rekindling I’m glad, I’m sure I’m glad, I am in the fairy way Because I came down to love EVENING Evening slipped out of the cave Crossed the rock wall And buried the city in soft kisses Sun god‘s dripping soup Gave her child a sunset glow She went back to her cave To sleep, to grow HATES Hates were slipping through my fingers Little ones burning like midday sun When they cooled made garnets for my sisters. ANCIENT CAT GOD An ancient cat god Slammed down to my house Went out with a sperm-whale Harpooned by the mouse A GRUFF FISH Tara, I liked her so much As a fish and as a friend So in the Sunday night supper She had made a double-end. She was gruff fish after all In night-supper it took its toll Tara, I liked her so much So I wrote this story on the bark of Birch I gave a tabby cat one ounce of gold That’s the way the story was told