Lynn's made ginger & rhubarb muffins
as gifts for the Spring Oracle spongy
sumps of treacle rising up towards a new moon –
the oracle (which actually prefers
Norfolk Pork & Haddock Chowder – a tradition
accidently launched last year) ordains:
throw away your watch strap
place watch on tongue
& shut your mouth
fortunately
we have kept a few for midnight feasts
& share one with the O.M.
esconced in his birch-twig cabin
the size of a fist or heart up in the Magic Willow
[see Quintet on St. Cecilia's Day for more details]
the O.M. – now snug in a muffin – mutters
let the moon grow out of your heads to fill the sky
& change the sound of the wind with permanent readiness
for seconds as the earth turns in its sleep
& a city drops to its knees in the dust
a few fleas settle back down on the stray dog
by a fountain in the dark piazza
the sun will burn out your eyes
unless you project its power onto paper
Norfolk Pasqua 2009