Out of glee (after Plath)

Out of glee

Full present

Cozy corners

Cozier huts

Newt inspired

With- slithered, open

Sinner and peasant

Clasped, licentious fingered

Magic and common lightly

If by such care

Would caress and love

The intimate, examined

Unwinding cuffs

All spirit freed

And muscled

No black dog

Returned from swamp

The languid muck

Of the devil’s village

And heaven’s gate

Unbridle

Run there

A sinner slacks

His mending hands

Self- healing

His wounds

Once red

Sacred of hell

Dry, without thorns

And downy felt

Not pestered arms

Run there happy

Un-kinged

Gathering the soft

And gentle vanquished

Bring thanks to the river

Horse- forded

And whole

A boy could immerse

Head back to the sky

Unsettled

Present idiots

Frowning at inaction

Free the enemy

Sloppily by faith in air

Loose held as the unborn

God who mourns

Skinned wines

And river dregs

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2014