Her
© James Seymour, 2012
She was there
At the beginning,
And she will be there
At the end.
From the time he
First saw her
He dreamed how
Such an entity of
Blessed splendor
Could ever chance
Into being.
He would learn
That she did
Not come to be
By divine creation,
But by the grace
Of nature’s will.
And before, nothing.
Nothing but the
Purgatory of emptiness
And unconsciousness.
But from nothing,
Came her birth,
Signalled by white light
Exploding, turning to
Black and inking her way
Infinitely and breathtakingly.
The jet-black veil
Improved only
By her brightest
Eye, an ivory centre
Attracting a choir
Of Trillions and
Trillions of stars.
She
Watched over
Him,
And for him
It was right
To honour her.
He would walk
Among her admirers,
Rocket to her
And kiss her
And be warmed
By her soothing
Spirit.
She was his muse,
Hers to awe
In her majesty.
She was there
At the beginning,
And she will be there
At the end.
From the time he
First saw her
He dreamed how
Such an entity of
Blessed splendor
Could ever chance
Into being.
He would learn
That she did
Not come to be
By divine creation,
But by the grace
Of nature’s will.
And before, nothing.
Nothing but the
Purgatory of emptiness
And unconsciousness.
But from nothing,
Came her birth,
Signalled by white light
Exploding, turning to
Black and inking her way
Infinitely and breathtakingly.
The jet-black veil
Improved only
By her brightest
Eye, an ivory centre
Attracting a choir
Of Trillions and
Trillions of stars.
She
Watched over
Him,
And for him
It was right
To honour her.
He would walk
Among her admirers,
Rocket to her
And kiss her
And be warmed
By her soothing
Spirit.
She was his muse,
Hers to awe
In her majesty.
James Seymour
Hello, my name is James Seymour, and I apologise for the slightly sleepy-eyed expression in the picture. I agree that I may need a haircut, but I am wearing quite a nice hat so I hope that mitigates the problematic hair. I’m an artist and performance poet” based in and around Lancashire, and someday, to paraphrase Douglas Adams, I hope to have a clue about “life, the universe and everything.” Or, at the very least, how to make the perfect sandwich.