Firelights flicker
brittle petticoats ember sweep
our trammeled circle.
Appetites appeased, gorging
on Autumn’s fecund bounty.
Pumpkin, squash and steaming russets
crushed winesap’s blood.
A brew and bread to
even’s supping.
Our Mother, black skirted
bobs her buttery lantern-moon
to kiss each forehead ere our sleeping.
with
Glynda Shaw
Of crushed spearmint and Tennessee mash,
Bur d’cocoa, and dew-christened bramble roses
awash on sun-blushed breakers
troughing evenward to spangling silver.
A sea of youth’s remembrance,
sought yet in waxing age.
A first love’s perfume
Intimate,
the gentle caress -complaint of fabric melding with the flesh.
Literate conversation with unmet friends
through the lonely lassitude now wistfully recalled.
A voyaging on other oceans
beyond the earth itself
peering down crystal corridors tomorrow ward,
to rive the comets,
to lasso-loop the sun’s wild bounty,
all brought full circle now in Dreams yet bright.,
each gold-lit note of summer’s rhapsody.
Everyone can watch a boiling kettle's lid
Note it's rising, visualizing pressure pent within.
Then imagine lifting force
To drive a boat or iron horse.
Or operate a factory's gearing
But to put the lid in place again,
Made ready for another stroke
Then go ond driving mill or boat,
It's no more fancy
It's engineering.
To the memory of James Watt
A training for Nurses and Clinicians
By Dave Plassman
(In Word Format)