The Magician, The Artist and The Priest.

A tilt of your hat
cast an indigo ocean glow; the sunspangled ripples
crossed your mind
like silver coins spinning on a polished piano.
in your coat,
succulent berrybright jewels~ amethyst, ruby, emerald
dancedeep in your pocket: an inkstained hand
conducting a chinking, clinking symphony
of exquisite colour.
you painted
that springtide-high surging sea:
smoother of pebbles, yet stroppy as a storm,
it swept you away.
the sacrament:
there was nothing inside the intricately carved
Covenant box
but a tiny orchid carved from opal
and the words we put there.




The title has been ruthlessly stolen from my darling friend Paul Squires who has published a poem with the same title in his magnificent, magical work: The Puzzle Box.  I miss him deeply and know that I am not alone.  He was a truly gifted poet who guided many and inspired many more.  He believed that the internet was as worthy a medium for presenting poetry as any other, and worked tirelessly to promote new poets, like me.
His work is everywhere, but specifically here, on wordpress.  You can read more of his work on the Gingatao page, and also on the collaborative writers site The Orchid Room, both of which you can find in my blogroll and also where you can find some of my work which has never been posted anywhere else.
I truly believe that Paul’s legacy will spread like wildfire.  A true genius of our generation.

~ by Beeskiffle on August 10, 2010.

7 Responses to “The Magician, The Artist and The Priest.”

  1. A Tilt Of Your Hat

    A tilt of your hat,
    And to you sir,
    I’ll doff my cap
    For, of poets admired,
    There were but three,
    And there always shall be.

    Our scribbling pens joined
    At a café’s orchid room,
    On virtual pages,
    Through mists and rages
    We created new worlds,
    Internal prisms of fluid inspiration.

    Your words lived,
    And breathed.
    You, sir, lived,
    If no more
    And with sadness
    We’ll come to our own terms,
    But your work,
    Shall always shine bright.

    So tilt your hat sir,
    Take a bow,
    And tilt your hat.

    By Wulfstan Crumble
    Dedicated to Paul Squires.

  2. Just wonderful … and yes Paul was a genius for the ages.

  3. this is absolutely beautiful, Ebby! the rhythm is an ecstasy and i’m awed by the coins, spinning on a piano … fantastic image!

    your after-words are enchanting … so honest, so very you, expressing so much that i still can’t … thank you …

  4. I think he would have really loved this piece. Thanks.

  5. Thank you for putting words to what I feel and can’t seem to think much less write. I miss him and can’t think he’s gone. Your “The Magician, the Poet, and the Priest” are beautifully worded, beautifully done. Thank you. – Mimi. xx

  6. Ebby, thank you for writing this and post this lovely tribute to our dear friend Paul. I miss him so much and you poem reminds me why in a way that his own words don’t. I look forward to a revitalized Orchid Room.

  7. Amen.

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