The Blue Bottle

- jan-u-wine

A  bottle of blue glass stays beside my bed.

Dark and rippled it is,
like the high Sea on a day tossed by storm.

I hold its small, cool weight within my hand,

run
my thumb about the whorled surface…..

touch the fractured prism of softened azure fire
that traces upon the pale down of the coverlet.

And the minutes play out,
like the fierce-toothed pike I caught once,
in a deep-green pool of the River…..

they…

play out,
bemusedly testing
and

stretching
the lines of time

until
I fall,

entangled,
into the deep-blue well of  dremes.

When
I think to look up again

(or perhaps it is not so much the looking,
(nor the thinking)
as it is *the*waking),

the bottle rests once more upon the sturdy stand,
twilight fanning gentled bits of colour from its heart….

And I might have wondered
how

it came there,

were there not two solid feet
patterned criss-cross by fading bands of blue,

and eyes almost as warm-green as the River on that by-gone day
and a soil-roughed hand containing mine.

We do not speak,
as the last colour retreats from the day,

stars pearling the bowl of the sky,
pale-sliced moon tracing trees with His sickle.

We do not speak,
thoughts woven through with silver dark and memory’d silence ….

We do not speak
but

the bottle of blue
glints

and winks

shimmering
with a moon-dance dark eye.


I hold the bottle
again

within my hand,
the sound and sight and smell of waves

beneath the ribbon of the sky
filling me as if these were

my breath
my heart

my life.

And my hand opens,

the bottle slipping

shattering
upon the floor.


I don’t know what it means,
but

Sam
gathers each broken bit
patient,

gentle,
as if  they were his babe

and
will not look at me

no,

not even when he has done.


And in the morning he whistles with the robin who lives in the thicket of the garden-bottom.

And Rosie makes tea and seed-cake and hangs the wash (with baby Elle caught like a  remembrance within a corner of her skirt) upon a wind-tossed line…….

And I dreme on the Sun’s lazy, warming fingers, wrapped about faded remnants of blue.