The Bull of Bendylaw
“The black bull bellowed before the sea.
The sea, till that day orderly,
Hove up against Bendylaw.
The queen in the mulberry arbor stared
Stiff as a queen on a playing card.
The king fingered his beard.
A blue sea, four horny bull-feet,
A bull-snouted sea that wouldn’t stay put,
Bucked at the garden gate.
Along box-lined walks in the florid sun
Toward the rowdy bellow and back again
The lords and ladies ran.
The great bronze gate began to crack,
The sea broke in at every crack,
The bull surged up, the bull surged down,
Not to be stayed by a daisy chain
Nor by any learned man.
O the king’s tidy acre is under the sea,
And the royal rose in the bull’s belly,
And the bull on the king’s highway…” by Sylvia Plath
Saturn’s spin and around that swirl—twirls a large third and the seventeenth moon ‘Earth-side’ calls “Iapetus.” A Titan of Greek-Speak and Uranus’s Son—and father of Prometheus—survivor or—an ancestor of the Race of Humanity—once Mothered by one—and Fathered by—you pick this one. The shine of Moon—Iapetus—is also one-third circled—by a rim of twelve high miles— from surface and into sky…Hesiod once described a threshold of bronze—night of dark cloud wrap—‘where Night and Day draw near and greet one another as they pass the great threshold of bronze and there the Children of Dark have their dwellings.’ On New Year’s Eve—as the year of 2005 waited for a blessed replacement—NASA’s Cassini spacecraft—photographed an—eight hundred and eight mile long by twelve mile high rim on Iapetus—and Hesiod—smiles.
Twilight and Dawn departure and gates to swirl through—go-to-spaces—between places—both here or there or again back to another here—to fear—to find—to die or to live again—in places without time-signs in parts—or sums to hold again…Ecliptic twirl and galaxy cross—spaces when composite—forms appear-to-disappear—Serpent speak and Eagle reach—Ophiuchus—holder—or bold—once again— Quetzalcoatl boys and fair Gaia girls—wander star-gates through—and touch-find—found reaches—useless rhythms and trouble—times. Or— Ophiuchus high— stands above sun—rises—feet crossed—Galactic wider and planetary—substance filled from brim-to-rim and back-again…
Star-Gate Jesus—dates to twirl and galactic whirl—shapes-to-shift and age-to-bend—zygote-to-grave and back-again…And! Always Spirits—find this time—the twine-rewind—to rock—to roll—to touch—to love—and give up—gained-remained—differently renewed or altered—remained and be again the same or once and twice and—other…Saviors’ seek and ashes heap—wars of thought—too bloodied—fought—still write-righted—incorrect—then reject and still—the will of few ‘gainst wills of blood-spills and always—just because—the walls of Star-Gates—fold and begins another—one-to-come-to-go and arrive—again.
Matters not—what gate we fall through—matters not—what star burns us…Matters—that gates open—matters—that stars are hot…
And! Beautiful you are…
‘The Mummers’ Dance’…by Loreena McKennitt