Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

That Moment

by Steven Jeffery

It is in that moment when you look at me
The separation of body and soul
When off I go
Yes, off I go to consider my place
As seers lay holy grass
And mutter incantations

It is in that moment when you look at me
That unique smell of holiness
From snuffed out candles
And smoking cascarilla bark
Priests, like opaque ghosts, prepare their dolmens
With oniric dashes of wine and water

It is in that moment when you look at me
Your love-light capturing this tableau vivant
Whilst clumsy troubadours argue and curse
Through failing lutes
And an onset of paralogia

It is in that moment when you look at me
That I am unfixed
Liquefied and unlocated yet completely here
A nowness
A newness
A tipped wink to ancient well-wishers
Who conspired con spirito
To invoke this momentous moment
Your look
My consort
Our love

Added: 17.04.2010

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