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The Wolf's Pockets


“The Wolf’s Pockets”




Virginia knows 
what’s written 
in the mass of a rock
the heaviness of words
not soluble
anchored to life
that does not float

A Wolf swallows Woolf whole
Hungry for something -
 
“other than”  ;

Submerged, 
what is not seen 
is swimming below 
a sharp clean surface
her dissolving shadow
found through slender fingers
wide spread and ink stained 
running through shallow waters and
swaying reeds, something forgotten
like touching her child’s hair
combed with a soft brush;  
free diving deeper
baptised, she touches Heaven
baby’s breath and 
almond scented
Erin lilies like milk,
the sweetest let-down,
she drinks it all in
ignored by charlatans all bored
with their own faux wisdom
apathy flexes fits and moulds
around a body of work
sinks in deep and dry
a sunken treasure
to be found
some time much later

bound to tell a story
that travels down stream

The Wolf’s pockets
weighted with black treasure
 
open wide and beckoning
arms cast wanton alms 
for plenty dreams and 
sweet reckoning

infancy embraced again
the sleep of sleeps 
and candour 
like opium is taken in,
read, edited,
then,

silently missed 

a
Final Draft is written 

Read again
Read again


;


(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
for my daughter
Georgia




https://youtu.be/BpyR9VxRRUo
Freefall/Robin Guthrie




“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.” Virginia Woolf






1. Virginia Woolf
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virginia_Woolf

2. The Let-down Reflex.

3. https://projectsemicolon.com/

https://www.facebook.com/projectsemicolon/

https://twitter.com/projsemicolon?lang=en

4. Beyond Blue
https://www.beyondblue.org.au/

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