Sappho in the Garden

Amidst the roses I lay dreaming,
When the ground sighed softly
And the grasses reached up
To embrace the rosebuds tenderly.
Then the roses grew radiant, and
Grass and flowers danced
With the same mild wind which made
The leaves in the branches above us
Shake with carefree laughter,
And which also called me

© jsmorgane (June 2012)

Autumn Walk or: Celan in the Vineyard

I was walking through the vineyard,
The one outside your window,
The one with cheerful leaves
In hues of autumn colourful.

The air was cold and clear,
The ground was blind and dry.
You walked ahead, away from me,
I ambled far behind.

There was a shard of something
On which the sunlight fell.
I stooped to dig it out,
To dig it up, to take it up.

Glazed pottery, not blue but green
And brittle in my balm.
I saw a woman coming,
Walking through this realm.

She came towards me, she held an earthen jar
In both her hands, she brought some wine
For workers in the fields. I stood and
Greeted her before she disappeared.

And saw the jar break on the ground,
The water spilled, and in my dirty hand
The small, green shard telling me of
Someone’s good will to men.

I wondered then what she’d have said,
What words of comfort she had held
For weary workers’ parched throats,
And weary walkers passing by.

It seemed just then I knew the world
And all the wonders that it holds,
Collected right there in my hand,
And after you I quickly ran to show,
To share, to make you smile again.

© jsmorgane (Oct 2010)