we hold the moon against the soft bone of days
what longing is reflected there? what missing?
what shattered porcelain sorrows crowd this moment?
are we too broken or merely wrapped in gossamer marrow?
can we not talk of hounds & wonder?
look! there! we are gathered petals at last
come! hold the sacred thread & place the darkness in the crystal to simmer & bind
tides turn ghosts to familiars leaning leaning with their clementine desires
oh friends! come! once more we hold in slender hands this ancient thread
this strange wonderous thing
where we become white-silver
of 'Gypsy and harlequin' 1947 by Remedios Varo
and 'And Then we Saw the Daughter of the Minotaur' 1953 Lenora Carrington
