memoirs, art and fragments by Thomas Milner

The touch of love

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet

PLATO

I am an atom

A child of Chaos

Inhabiting now a wisp of gas

Now a chip of matter

Travelling for countless billions of years

Riding the star-crowded waves of the cosmos

I have witnessed extraordinary things

I have seen the birth of wondrous worlds and their demise

Flicked casually aside – the butt-ends of space

Thus I voyaged through the universe until I reached this place.

 

I was a tiny worm wriggling deep in the mud of the restless ocean.

I was a clam clamped to the wave-washed rock

Refusing to give up my secret.

I was one of the first marsupials to heave myself out the water onto the newly-formed land

Waddling with my fins up the primordial sands.

l loped and crouched semi-sapient and half-erect through the dark forests.

I was eyeless at the wheel toiling blindly with slaves.

I was one of the drunken Frankish knights who entered Jerusalem wading waist-high in

Blood.

I flew point in a V formation of wild geese flying across the Canadian uplands.

I was an eagle quartering the dizzy sky scanning the earth with my piercing eyes

Before diving onto my terrified prey.

I was a pearl diver, plunging down with my weight-stone into the murky green depths,

Forever seeking that glittering prize.

 

I was the leopard prowling

The rain-drenched gats

Of the Carnatic

 

I was a drop of dew

Garnered at dawn

In the Western Sands.

 

I was the blade

That pierced the side

Of the suffering prophet.

 

I was with my forebears

Crouched on the duck-boards

Of a Celtic-green trench.

 

I was the banner flouting

The northern sky

Fanning our people cold

 

I beat the warm thermals

With my featherless wings

I, Icarus, fell.

Comments on: "The touch of love" (2)

  1. Excellent! The idea of being able to accompany all the transformations that have occurred and occur in space, to feel what it feels like to catch pray from high above and to have lived since the begging of days just to get a gasp of what has happened since than… It makes our mind travel far away…

    What a beautiful poem, it makes the readers day dream and reflect on how insignificant they really are in comparison to all the greatness described in your verses.

    Like

  2. thanks Nikita

    Like

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