History

Knowledge
waxes and wanes
throughout
centuries
of love,
despair
We have no inkling
of what we've lost
in pages unwritten,
books burned,
secrets shared
What language
has died,
invention
forgotten
in mists of time
and space
Uttered words
now unuttered
graced halls
in whispers
between lovers
mothers
kings
priests -
their syllables long forgotten
Has history lost them,
or do they lie recycled
in fits of genius,
modernity
claiming
all her own
Perhaps we
can never really
know.

©Eleanor Clark
23 November, 2012

Disjointed Exile

Living in exile
I've become
different
disjointed
In head and heart
betwixt thought
and soul
My thoughts
lie jumbled
unallied
confused.
Patriotic fervour
feverishly languid
in my veins -
more for humanity
than country I cry.

My face hides
this patchwork
I've become
Chameleon
alien
Daughter
without a home.

22 November, 2012
©Eleanor Clark

Seasons

Amid drifted snow
and black-bruised sky
Melancholy welled up
drowning in its own tears.
Chilled midnight studded
dispassionately with stars
looked on at her
impassioned struggles, and

alone

she wrested with words
left unsaid,
bitter tears
unshed.

But Hope was there
in midwinter stillness
wrought by millenia
of dreams
and future promises
to meet.

13 November, 2012
©Eleanor Clark