Eclipse at Ugarit

Eclipse at Ugarit

May ninth anniversary

of the blackening sun

over Ugarit in 1012 BC

Sun not yet risen.

I heat me from winter-weather

                   with warm mead, Weisswurst, leeks, eggs,

                   log-grown shrooms,

                    soft insides of cattails

                             newly swampy suckaliscious

May ninth anniversary

of the blackening sun

over Ugarit in 1012 BC

Sun not yet set.

On the sunlit grass

O’Murchadh and I give one another

          songs and stories, whinnies and whimsies

She laughs patient as booby-me bursts a bottle

          of fermented milk in my leather satchel

          and squishes the milk goo on the green

We roll and writhe and cuddle kiss

May ninth anniversary

of the blackening sun

over Ugarit in 1012 BC

Sunday not gone,

Moonday not come

          Pease soup, superb, with just firm carrots

          A Just So Story at midnight

We dived on her divan,

          snuggle-oafs on sofa

Apes in Eden’s bleeding twilight

          bounded past her bower eaves

                   over the borders of bedwed folds

                   milking the womb of blushing age

Midnight gone and Moonday come,

Dark moon nearly new.

Monday ground turned milky cream,

                   bound in frost

                   in the sunrise gleam of 2010.

                                      My red cheeks,

                                      Ugaritic and Greek,

                                                hot in the morning,

                                                eclipsed the cold