Complex Harmonic Motion

Sun in Gemini

Sphere or disc, it matters little

What your complex words cry

Into the wind – the only thing that separates us

Not distance, not when:

Your smallest sigh,

Your first breathed sound,

The movement, even, of your lips,

Stirs my heart to action


And, pumping blood,

In ancient ways you could not grasp

I change before your eyes into arrowed fur and claw

Head stretched on neck reaching into time

Purposeful and sleek beyond your unformed dreams of dog

And watching full of awe as wolf emerged

To hold you, hazel-spelled, with her softened eyes.

Intelligent, now, they guide the ‘snook’

The word you gave the tip of this living arrow

That now, like a lightning strike

Steals the ball from the air before it lands

A second time… waiting…


To hear, from far behind my vortex tail

Your howl of delight

A noise I taught you, long…

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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