Thursday, 5 October 2017


Follow the two eyes of the orange mask,

the wobble, near wink, warp,

deep sockets ready to suck up time,

collide as inner eye, mind's eye

to see beyond sight,

for enlightenment,

a hole so black

even seers feel ripples, waves

to a gravity beyond day or tide,

pulling, rippling, stretching, shrinking –

an energy of two united as one spirit

spinning far from time

the mask falling away to no trick,

but treat, dark as black cherry.

© Lavinia Kumar

New gravitational wave detection shows shape of ripples from black hole collision

Lavinia Kumar has a new poetry book, The Celtic Fisherman’s Wife: A Druid Life, it can be found on Amazon (US & UK).