Sunday, 26 June 2011

Night and Day

NIGHT AND DAY, DAY AND NIGHT (Villanelle)  Wendy Webb


The sea comes in, the sea goes out, so bare
in shades of nude, all rolling on the tide;
while light is changing, eyes can simply stare.

Twice every day her creeping mermaid hair
sweeps flashing scales and swirls where mermen ride.
The sea comes in, the sea goes out so bare.

Young sun wraps rising summer everywhere;
proud bouquets touching train of vestal bride,
while light is changing, eyes can simply stare.

Soft increments of time trace fins, compare
crude harbour clocks to tables, catch to stride.
The sea comes in, the sea goes out, so bare.

Sink solstice, tone to autumn airs, so rare;
chime lengthened shadows, plainsong’s deep-wrapped hide,
while light is changing, eyes can simply stare.

Pale lunar tides, like hallowed flows of prayer
or convents where bride light and dark abide.
The sea comes in, the sea goes out, so bare,
while light is changing eyes can simply stare.

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