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Christine Ueri Nov 2013
Gusts, pushing and pulling,
tearing at the roofing,
rattling the window panes,
howling down the chimney, screeching around the corners of the house --

the house that always stands on number five,
no matter what the combination, the co-ordinates
nor which way the chicken feet turn,
keeping me awake at night,
lamenting La Mort . . .

But after the seventh year,
the wind and I
came to an agreement:

Crowing at fifty-two tantras an hour
was far too slow.
19.11.2013
Christine Ueri Jul 2016
I am a leaf, shed, homeless,
drifting in through a hole in the carpentry --
a skeleton among skeleton relatives,
dusting the shuffle-worn surface
of our mother's planked-out chest.
25/07/2016
Christine Ueri Apr 2016
The violence of a beautiful soul -- staggering
18/04/2016
Christine Ueri Apr 2016
we are the ancient ones
rooted in the earth
heads rustling in the sky
moss growing on our trunks
on our limbs

conductors of our pulse
over this distance
this faraway
closeness

and should they fell you
I shall feed you honey
from our underground network
should you not sprout again
I shall build a hive in your trunk
buzzing with life
and should the hive desert you
leave you petrified
I shall unfurl beneath you
cradling your vintage pages
26/04/2016
Christine Ueri Apr 2016
without ceremony
blue-black clasps unfurl
over bone

as I drop the vessel

ashes rise
in wingbeats
to the sun
16/04/2016
Christine Ueri Aug 2012
~~~~~~~~
I pray:

Eternal Light in Whom I vest
Pandora’s gaping box in my chest
Reverse! Reverse! Reverse; give rest
Wreathe instead a humble dove’s nest
Unleash! Unleash! Unleash in me
The faith I need to set my soul free
In love for all - humanity
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19/02/2012
Christine Ueri Jul 2012
At night
in that in-between
chamber
where sleep meets wakefulness
I listen to the Ancients whisper:
Sun
and Moon
have always been Lovers

And as the darkness
swallows
my consciousness,
I become your mirror
of lucid reflections
leaping
from the shadows of temple walls
I tumble
inside the copper cauldron
that seeps life
into the black hearth's stone.

Your eyes flicker on the surface
of the waters of birth:
dancing flames
that can never be extinguished.

Laughter pearls on my tongue:
Know you not your vapour
cools to gold?

In frankincense bowls
you rise
and I feel your form
conjuring my body from the folds
of water lily petals

Without you
I could be no more than a lotus eater
gazing at the Milky Way
from far beneath the languid tide

— The End —