by Steve Tanham
A circulating seed
That knows no death
Finds purchase in the soil
Of spring’s awakened green
And in the silky, shortest night
Explodes.
Born a child of solstice light
The summer’s lust for life
Embeds itself within
The coalescing heart of flower
To fall as seed returned
The forms of life are eaten
Baked and rolled
As harvest yields tomorrow
And bonfires mark the end of light
Casting free this single spark
Projected, angel bright
Into the heart of darkness
A half-turn yet to come
Where thunder fails to kill
the dark beast of Creation
Asleep in sodden Earth
And throughout this
Awakened, we may witness
Each movement, kiss and mate
With sandal, shoe and boot
A realised retort of Self
Sustained in singing summer’s flame.
©Stephen Tanham 2021
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being.
www.thesilenteye.co.uk and www.suningemini.blog
Sun in Gemini 
Beautiful poem
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Thank you! Lovely comment to wake up to 😊
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That is truly beautiful, Steve… reminded me that this world really is eternal…
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Thank you, Ladies. Lovely comment. 😊
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That’s outstanding, Steve. Loved that.
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Thank you, Michael.
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Those are inspired verses, Steve. And is that “retort” in the alchemical sense?
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Thank you, Audrey. I seem to be in poetic mode at the moment… A retort was a glass vessel in which the key substances related to life’s deepest understanding were studied – often by way of heating and cooling.
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In that sense, the poem is alchemical in its intent.
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