Avalon

       You would not have called to me unless

             I had been calling to you.

                         C.S. Lewis, Aslan to Jill in The Silver Chair                                                                    

                    

So how are things in heaven?

There is a nice view here,

with fairies in the garden.

I offer a rose with a message,

lines from the Ronsard poem:

Je vous envoie un bouquet que ma main

Vient de trier de ces fleurs épanouies.*

The walnut trees of my childhood

grow new branches,

Anna Akhmatova appears,

opens up all the water inside me,

and I expand again.

The question creates an elliptic consciousness,

bridges past and present,

so her answer, remember I love you, blossoms.

 

 

                             * “I send you a wreath of blossoms

                                And woven flowers by my hand gathered”

Hélène Cardona

Barnwood poetry magazine