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Moonlight Through Glass.
Moonlight Through Glass.
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This is the first published collection of poetry from Simon H. Lilly, an artist and lecturer who is also an established writer on esoteric healing. The majority of the works are from the last two years, with a selection of earlier poems spanning four decades. There are over a hundred poems, from short, haiku-style pieces to longer performance texts and epic narratives. The landscape of the changing seasons is often the backdrop upon which the nature of mind, awareness and reality is explored. His poetic influences are the spiritual landscapes evoked by Classical Chinese and Japanese poets, the rhythms and word-play of Old English charms and spells, and the wistful lilt and muscle of the Celtic bardic traditions, particularly the contemporary Scottish Gaelic masters.
Rich language, sometimes dense, sometimes light, always looking to recreate an instant within memory, a picture in words. Quiet, contemplative, but never sentimental, he describes these poems as "flocks of thoughts watched from a quiet distance".

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Release dateFeb 20, 2013
ISBN9781905454167
Moonlight Through Glass.
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Simon H. Lilly

Simon Lilly trained as a Fine Artist and has always valued the power of visual, poetic and magical imagery to directly communicate with the unconscious mind. Together with his wife, Sue, he has been involved in many aspects of healing for over thirty years. As well as teaching on Tree Spirit Healing, Crystal Therapy and Flower Essences around the world, they have together written over thirty books on their work. Poetry has always been scribbled into diaries and sketchbooks, but the medium of the web blog has generated a wealth of new written material for him in the last few years. He hopes to develop further the integration of the written word with visual images as well as in silversmithing, if time allows! Simon lives with Sue and Treacle the cat in a cottage deep in the Heart of Wales where the flavours of the changing seasons can be fully savoured.

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    Moonlight Through Glass. - Simon H. Lilly

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    MOONLIGHT THROUGH GLASS

    Collected Poems 2011 – 2012

    Simon H. Lilly

    Published by Simon H. Lilly at Smashwords.

    Copyright 2013 Simon Hughes Lilly

    This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

    TABLE OF CONTENTS

    Woke like Coleridge

    Words are pictures (echoes of tsunami)

    Nocturne: Perigee

    Djinns for dinner

    Mahakali

    End of the year

    The long call

    Long, cold night

    Moon frozen solid

    Green morning

    Silver and still

    Looking down

    Crow

    White page

    Song of the Yew Teacher

    November’s song

    The yaffle

    This is not haiku (tsunami memorial)

    Haiku souvenirs

    Eight haiku for a year of days

    Eight haiku for shrouded night

    Six haiku for gentle night

    Six haiku for timeless days

    Demons of gravity

    Throb and thring

    Dissolving, dissolving into light

    Easter

    A drift of angels

    Minor retrospective

    Dust that sings

    April notes

    Web log

    Three charms

    Poisonous suns

    Melting of Obstacles

    Shield

    Star Protectors

    Charm for Immanence

    Oak spell: Charm for Success

    Crow voices

    Honshu

    Rising sun

    Apple Song for the Ripening Year

    Apple Spell

    When I am dead and dreaming

    Ash Charms

    Cockerel

    From Lammas to Autumn Equinox

    Looking tonight

    Night rain, summer rain

    Hung as a hawk

    The shell’s song

    Lammas Eve

    A satire upon them

    Blessed be

    Fragile

    Spice of Death

    Absence

    Balance point

    Mind,moon,circle

    Corvus corone corone

    Night’s Road

    Night patterns

    Ice, eyes, land, time

    Palindrome

    Wolf month

    February

    Pillow

    The avenues of evening

    Two women

    Once only

    Hypothesis

    Koto (word jam)

    November drifts in

    Falling, falling

    Mind is clouds

    Flakes of falling flame, figments, fragments

    Blossoms of the Dakini

    Maybe the moon

    Transit of Venus

    One moment

    Solstice: words revolve around a standing sun

    Sunday morning

    Report from a British summer

    Dream, dreamer, dreaming

    Light of Lammas

    The wrong signs

    Summer notes

    Basho by the pond

    Night blinks

    Howlin’ Wolf or summ’t

    Moon dust (in memoriam Neil Armstrong)

    Spirit of Elm

    A heron glides

    All Saint’s Eve

    Autumnal kennings

    Forecast

    Diagnosis

    Less than perfect

    Clouds

    In timeless time

    An infection of bards

    November

    Withering

    Recognition

    Night watch

    Our voice

    Our music

    Winter solstice

    WOKE LIKE COLERIDGE

    Woke like Coleridge from the opium of sleep:

    Flashes of glimmer, scales of colour

    Slippery eels: sinuous,

    Muscular lines of language

    Lost in murky depths.

    Sitting in dapples of sunlight.

    Lost in the tree tops are the voices of doves,

    Maybe angels or djinns

    Blown in from the desert

    Lonely after so many endless years

    Of pious rigid-backed denial -

    The bitter tongues of the righteous.

    So many pious years.

    In the dark cool cave before dawn:

    Day by day

    The moon is filling up

    With tears.

    Even with a thousand arms,

    Kannon,

    How shall you gather up

    All the lost?

    How encompass

    All the bereft?

    Things are moments

    And cannot be prevented

    From flying away.

    Even the stars.

    Even the stars

    This spring,

    Under the cherry blossom,

    Will gather the wan smiling ghosts

    Once more.

    We are dust

    Held together by song.

    Sing

    Sing

    Before the song is forgot.

    The tongues of the djinn fading in daylight.

    Muttering back to the cerebellum,

    To practice cadence

    And metre.

    To hear voices in Arabic is to hear

    The wind as it dances and whips

    Around tent wires and mast heads,

    Aeolian harmony between knotted spirals,

    Dust devils, sand patterns.

    Well water,

    Cold night air,

    Crescent

    moon.

    (In Kuwait,

    She said,

    Every household

    Had a musician,

    Every one

    A diver

    For pearls

    Of cool, iridescent

    Beauty.

    Notes from an oud

    in the shade of nightfall...)

    WORDS ARE PICTURES (echoes of tsunami)

    White page

    White mind.

    The mind moves

    The pen moves.

    Outside sounds fade

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