The Anchoress from Noli Timere by Construction & Destruction

Who inhabits the howling vacuum?
Who hales hard against the stone?
Who passes by, in piety and murder?

I had the dream of the rapacious wolves!
And when I woke, the room had weirdened
to an anchor-hold!

Who has thrown a hurtling chair
down the corridor of bygones
to smash, at my feet, in a heap?

Oh, convicted sisters!
Bent, and choking at the squint!
My mind is in a palsy,
and my heart is on a spit!

Who inhabits the howling vacuum?
Who hales hard against the stone?
Who passes by, in piety and murder?

And then the dream of the rapacious wolves!
And when I wake, the room has weirdened
to an anchor-hold!

Who has known a crumbling throng
of caryatids to flinch
though they smash, at the feet, in a heap?

Oh, convicted sisters!
Bent, and choking at the squint!
My mind is in a palsy,
and my heart is on a spit!

In the dark, in the dark restriction,
who comes forth?
What mantle wears that wolf?
What’s amiss?
What can’t I let out
before it’s fixed?
To what pithy cupboard have I gone,
to come back so empty?

Who amongst us is not at one time
a bag of ferrets ‘round the other?
Or unheard, and immured,
in the eaves?

Am I the said enclosure?
Am I a vessel of light?

• Experimental
• Independent
• Singer-songwriter
• Spook Rock
• avant-garde
• noise
• Port Greville