& Walk
by Steven McCabe

Walk into this land of echoes, rising, from long disappeared passages &

Pounding with the resonance of a single, surging heartbeat.


& Step lightly into, like a fox beneath the moon,


Or the hunting bird, balanced, upon a branch pulsing,

& Heavy clouds damping electrical skies.

& Shaking berries into a bowl,


Sharing handfuls bed to bed,

A nurse tending to the wound.

The rhythm of & clapping hands,


Two Palms, pressing deeply & into a lover.


& Feet upon a curving world, arcing night into day,

Timelessly vanished into a pulsing desire & always

Echoes dress the wound.


A heartbeat washing the sky &


A vanishing moon, poured into bowls & delivered bed to bed.

& Walk pulsing,

& Walk always,

& Walk into.


Source material for digital collage:
Etching No 2. Soft ground etching by German landscape painter and etcher Franz Joseph Manskirsch (1768-1830).
Ancient Egyptian tomb art. Unknown artist. est. 2000 B.C.
Michelangelo, Sistine Chapel, 1508-1512
Mesopotamian Incantation Bowl, 8th Century, photo Christies.

I do not claim copyright ownership of original images. I have created new images for non-commercial purposes of commentary or parody under fair use provisions of the copyright law.


Great way to start a Thursday! Thanks Steven may I continue to share on Poetry for Humanity?
I’m glad your Thursday has started off so fine! Please do Heather and thank you.
So many evocative phrases in this poem. “…like a fox beneath the moon”. Lovely.
Thank you mrsdaffodil, I’m very glad to hear how you find this phrase, and others…
An intriguing sequence of words & images. 🙂
Thank you very much elmediat. Glad to hear!