Slipping past the gods

Do we all linger?

 

Are most of us merely

The lesser spirits of lesser streams

Dull glint

In a droplet of rain

A leaf’s faint tremble.

Such fleeting shadows

Make no impression

Gain no purchase

 

Not like the others.

The rage of ages

Flashes their clouds

Folds hands in supplication

Stronger seams stand up

In the swelling endless.

 

Neither fear nor favour

Are ours to grant.

Unknown, unknowing

Fragments of a onetime

Never wholly here

Our worship unworthy

 

Memories scatter

Below the horizon.

Passive ghosts less well parted

Slide shy round stronger

Anchored points

Timid wraiths, tenacious

Ablink in the midnight

Slipping past the gods.

 

© Stephanie Saulter 2012

2 Comments

  1. Scriptor Obscura

     /  March 2, 2012

    This is beautiful. Really nice. Keep on writing! 🙂

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