“Clay is the word and clay is the flesh” Patrick Kavanagh
a child
made me see
the light grew dim
seer
of one small
primrose flowering in flame
moments to find
one small primrose holy ghosting
then
my sign i read
it is said
i will never find
one small primrose then wealth
it is said one small page
a tear and a seer the holy ghost
in the lenses of a chair and a tree
ghost in flame
moments to heaven and the glass stars
the light was
very beautiful
and kind
and
here was its
shadow
a tear one small primrose
flowers in the
stars
the lenses of a tree
light was but the shadow of a chair
truth’s manuscript made
see wonders nevermore hanged
