For the past couple days I have been meditatin Louis MacNeice's "Snow", trying to ground metaphysical concepts in the concrete imagery of "A Room", like he does... Not really succeeding, but this is as far as I've got. MacNeice's is one of my fav poems, by the way... :)) LOL K xx

SANCTUM


Heaven is my room with a view –
drizzling down the patterns of walls
and sloping cloudlike across the ceiling –
forever changing, on the move.

Outside is weather: the incongruities
of life’s fantastic lies where no mystery is
but only fact’s deception, exposing its lurid flesh.

But here, breathing within space
of gill-like walls and blinking in light
of luminous panes, Paradise is at rest,
verdant in its bacchanals,
praying amongst perfumed pillows
and stilling all hostilities
in spas of herbal velvet.

Sunrise fires soft rainbows
through hard ornaments and mirrors;
Night falls, enfolds in quiet strength
like the dulling of oiled muscle
to soothe wooden bodies down.

Peace is at home as God –
His robes Truth-scented in twilight –
silently appears to trim the wicks
and turn the lamplight low.