Michael Shepherd

Rookie (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

Unicorn 8 - Poem by Michael Shepherd

In the deepening dusk of forest glade,
in the mist of clouds rolling over the high hills,
in the sea-fog rolling in at turn of tide,
what feature of its form alerts us first
that it’s so present, now, and here?

That spiralled horn – why is it that we know
that’s where it should be seen,
that place upon our forehead we can feel ourselves?

The unicorn within us knows –
when attention spirals to a fine, fine point
and thought is stilled; that’s when
our single-pointed horn calls presence to its purest form,
its purest place, within ourself;
ourself; unicorn.

Comments about Unicorn 8 by Michael Shepherd

  • (3/2/2007 8:18:00 PM)

    This one awakens a sense of intuition Michael. A very nice flow to the series. (Report)Reply

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  • (8/4/2005 6:10:00 AM)

    This one ripples. l like it better then 9 and 7. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 1, 2005

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