Simon Gwynn

Rookie (2nd March,1947 / UK)

Time Is A Box Of Light - Poem by Simon Gwynn

Time is a light box,
a basket of rain,
limbs from a star sprung,
the blood's spiral of forms again.

A wind wrapped in a hollow,
in your palm a trapped grain.

Time's an octave, subsonic,
unmaking a stone,
a puncture outfit in space
for leaks in the ozone.

An arrow stilled at its zenith,
the earth shadowed with bone.

Time is a membrane -
breath seducing the blood,
a word for love drawn
from the wolf's howl in the wood.

The dark exchanges of magic
between man and his food.

Time's a compass point spinning
at the nebula's eye,
plotting conjunctions
of immeasurable radii.

The attenuation of mirrors,
the wornout contours of dice.


Comments about Time Is A Box Of Light by Simon Gwynn

  • (4/22/2006 7:49:00 AM)

    Beautifully and skilfully written. Excellent lines and inventive word choice and effective rhyme scheme. 'A basket of rain' is a great analogy-could even make a good title for a poem, with the idea of a basket not holding water very well. Bravo, Simon. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 22, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 17, 2010

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