‘Through the blossom-gate’ C. Murray

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Through the blossom-gate,

 
and quite before the acid leaf unfurls into its meaning—

we are subjected to the play of light,
working on our necessity to speak out

into a flowering. It is not yet warm —
already, the sun is playing at dragging up

and displaying those unwanted words,
elucidatory and garish in their babblement.

It is almost necessary to cut them at their source,
that well-spring is a tree-wounded-gash,

the birds disagree in their illuminatory chatter,
as they may.

Through the blossom-gate is © Christine Murray, first published in Southword Journal (Munster Literature Centre).  Through the blossom-gate was published in my first collection of poetry, Cycles. (Lapwing Publications, Belfast)

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