I weep my truths in poetry And from my unconscious mind In the borderlands there Where the finite And the incomprehensible meet My secrets are torn Crying to be freed To be revealed In poured out singing words Shed in images Subtle revelatory pictures My art telling of those wondrous places Secreted within my core Which for good or ill I never will Access in any other way Than through my weeping soul
The above ten line story was prompted by Davy D’s excellent ETHEREE, ‘Laptop Love’, posted on 8th November. He has introduced me to a poetic form of which I was scarcely aware. I do know that the etheree can take a variety of different forms, but for this, my first attempt, I have kept things simple – if that is the correct word for a rather tricky exercise.
The photograph was taken by me earlier this month on the North Sea coast of Yorkshire.