posted on November 3, 2011 at 3:43 pm

without a world between them

impotent ham with wand of ash stood on cliff

and the onrushing sky crashed on the rocks below

and the ocean heaving itself upon the land like a beast

delusional wizard summons the tempest in latin and algebra

in forbidden languages normally unspoken under starburn

oh yes and see the weather listens to him so far away

a black dread hath filled the galleons sail

and smoke and cloud seem to mingle in tingling darknesses

and the first huge fat warm raindrop hits his daughters head like a tear

and the good elemental appears within invisibility

lightning bolt arcs towards the vomiting sea

a sickening white flash burns eye and the screaming of men

the sea is the colour of the coldest metal and its spume is bright green

the timbers are wrecked and hear us all groan as we are pulled down

its then i see i am coming from all perspectives

this is possible in poem only you see i am all players

the seawater is boiling cold inside my hoarse head

the exertion of my last great trick hath exhausted me

my daughter each in a tower of their own making

i wander in the woods i have tamed in my exile

i am the slinking thing the bad elemental

i am the lost and innocent sailor

i am the heartless and usurping brother

i am the hopeful son amidst all this wreckage

i am the leaves on the windlashed trees

and i am the salt that whirls through the air

in every flower and creature i see myself lurking

in every creek and lagoon

oh a wild grey day has come down on my island inside

where i star as myself  and it is written

cheats never prospero

and it is said that lightning is clean and faster than light

and that evil can be cleansed and washed from our hands

good and evil both work for me

but time still enslaves you and whips me ahead

the magic i do is but sleight of mind

and everything here an aspect of me

even the ending where all is made new

invitation to begin again

 

 

 

19 Responses to “gathering of storms”

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    Stewart | 3 November 2011 at 7:26 pm #

    I foresee frequently feeling compelled to applaud your work so I’ve created a template: [insert expression of heartfelt praise and gratitude here]. Still, it doesn’t fill itself in and I’ve been searching for something worthy to say about this piece. I find myself wanting and for the time being can only say: staggeringly powerful with a wonderful resolution and thank you.

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    princey | 3 November 2011 at 9:09 pm #

    the first line leaves me wondering why me no understand?

    great photo though! 🙂

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    DavidP | 3 November 2011 at 10:26 pm #

    a quote I only just saw quite by chance very soon after reading this blog:
    “Though no one can go back and make a brand new start
    anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending”

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    Prof Fan | 3 November 2011 at 10:43 pm #

    Professor Kilbey, once again I have been attempting to deconstruct your post and it eludes me, a novel in a handful or words, a mastery of words with an extraordinary brevity allowing a macrocosmic impact. Can I ask you this? Have you ever thought of writing a full length work of fiction?

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      thetimebeing | 4 November 2011 at 7:47 am #

      no because i dont feel i could sustain it

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        BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 4 November 2011 at 9:46 am #

        How about, not a full length novel, but a series based upon characters, specific or not – time period, a world-universe of your own device. Than it wouldn’t feel so depleting. I believe one of your greatest abilities is to draw the reader in with limited length of space and margin. I truly believe, not only could you complete this- you would crossover into another dimension of fans, Who in turn would become so intrigued with the ‘writer’ that they would, in turn crossover to your musical career . Iv been acused, amused, and accosted for having to much ‘admiration’ for you. But no one can ever measure my belief in what is posssible- from you.

        Darrin

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          BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 4 November 2011 at 9:53 am #

          And your new ‘avatar’ fuckin rocks !!!

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          thetimebeing | 4 November 2011 at 10:35 am #

          you write it dazza n i’ll put me name to it!

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    Scott Coan | 3 November 2011 at 10:47 pm #

    I too hold a wand of ash, but the storms ultimately abate in the end.

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 3 November 2011 at 11:14 pm #

    That was very profound. In passages, it seems that ur daughters may have a distance now between them and their creator. If so, only the creator can narrow the gap, for he or she has grown from innocence into discovery while they exist still as lambs. Their shepherd has the gift to gather together his flock. He was not taught this, it was inherited by the great mother/father of their once youth. Yes, the season is changing so, in my land it is wind that speaks all languages, becoming colder and brisk. Something new upon us? No…just the repeat of our right of passage.

    Your power over words was remarkable today, yet again.

    AsAlways,
    Darrin K.

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    Kraig | 4 November 2011 at 8:18 am #

    Sounds like Spring is ending and Summer is on its way down there!

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      Kraig | 4 November 2011 at 8:25 am #

      We just had Halloween, and Fall is my favorite time here in the Midwest USA! Reminds me of “The Church” music when it approaches, crisp, clean, refreshing, dark, moody, never wanting the end near!

      Can’t believe Christmas is around the corner!?

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    randompan | 4 November 2011 at 10:13 pm #

    yes yes yes. izzy’s back…. has anyone dug into the dead snares “speak the language” album?…cain is remarkable…so much more pleasure than say radiohead………….

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    Richard | 4 November 2011 at 11:42 pm #

    Amanda’s spot on
    that’s a very good photo

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    Lara | 5 November 2011 at 6:18 pm #

    Weird timing, Mr. Prospero. Just gave a talk at the Globe Theater yesterday.

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    hellbound heart | 7 November 2011 at 7:41 pm #

    …..I don’t try to deconstruct what I read here……let it wash over me like sunlight and rushing water….
    love always….


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