today’s symphony is the dog’s heavy breathing
as she sleeps by the curtained windows
pale, translucent stripes of probably cotton
mask and filter the bleak outdoors
darkened oak boughs of the world’s tree criss-cross the sky
while woden waits for freya’s kiss of life
and the world seeks persephone’s awakening, demeter’s joyful tears of welcome
the brassy ticking of the clock acts as the bassline
for muffled birdsong
rumbles of traffic and whoosing water
provide occasional countermelodies
surely woden is sleeping with the dog
as thor and freya will in turn
there is nothing to do —
boudicca’s battles are over, the morrigan out of work
daffyd’s flowers begin to bloom
but his day is forgotten again
despite talk of dragons and freedom
the light is heart-breakingly white in front of janus’ locked doors
melody has decayed into silent, disparate cacaphony
dog sleeps, toes sleep, muses sleep, the world sleeps
and woden is only a sleepy day-dream
