Ian Irvine


Notes, Scribbled on a Supermarket Bag

The last of seven hurdles, the test of seven winters
the door to  seven futures ... and  treasure
and a life less taxing than you expect
A snake and a dagger, music for 
this Funeral of the Gods ... redness in the sky
Two instruments ... animate, alive
wary of the others power ...
Impossible! They sing.

One day you will say
'I was in the chorus.
when the heavens ruptured 
and the Goddess had her way,'

From 'Facing the Demon of Noontide'

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