Monday, 31 October 2011

Misdirecting Merlin by Kevin Cadwallender

if you had known
would you have said?
in all the magic of our
being together,
a darkness.

was it trickery?
did you weave love
into a shawl?
did you wrap
yourself in it
to save you
from darkness?

if I had been Merlin
I could not have cast a spell
to redeem you.
I am the shabbiest
of conjurors
drawing nothing
from the hat but
my hands, gloved
by your darkness now
and infecting all light.

My cloak hangs
on your bedroom door,
stars long dead still visible.





Kevin Cadwallender, Scotland

4 comments:

Carol Steel 5050 said...

Poignant, lovely, wonderful images.

C.M. Doran said...

"drawing nothing from the hat but my hands, gloved by your darkness now and infecting all light" WOW, great imagery....thank you for writing this piece that will stay in my mind for a long time.

Gillena Cox said...

nice one; i too was drawn to that line "drawing nothing from the hat but my hands, gloved by your darkness now and infecting all light"


much love...

Harry said...

like this poem so much