One day I will be gone.
But my words
And the sentiments they provoke
I shall perdure.
Do not doubt
That there is some little corner
Of that World-Soul
That is forever Wallace…
I thought talking about the alcohol shelf
Would be part of a general move upwards.
But I only felt afraid.
Why is this?
This should be a happy time.
This should be my redemption
Perhaps it was the chill air.
I have closed my windows.
No more swirling gusts of winter.
I am resolved…
Or in due course, I shall, no doubt,
This poem is part of a triptych (i.e. a set of three poems), called ‘Charis and Potestas.’ It will appear as a supplement to an existing ebook of mine: Foaming the Optics.
Feel free to catch the book in the meantime; the updated version, complete with Charis and Potestas, will be available for download by 1 December.
The ebook of Foaming the Optics is free from 23-26 October 2017, on Amazon.
Catch the final Charis and Potesta poem tomorrow, Wednesday 25 October!