House of Moonlight fantastic Poetry of the Fantastic

Vision to the Dark
an Adventure

John Howard


A moment -- we uncertain Step
For newness of the Night --
Then -- fit our Vision to the Dark --
And meet the Road -- erect --

                       -- Emily Dickinson 1830-86


 

    And a strange night it was
    that one when I went out onto the hills
    heading northward into the woods

    moonlight lay on the ground like milk
    but its potency was that of wine
    full
    the trees were skeletal black cracks
    against the luminous sky
    and stars glowing so close to touch

    a strange night it was
    when I answered her call
    and left my cosy room and books
    a six walled prison of knowledge and feelings
    and went to seek her
    over the face of the land

    she had said 'If you want me
    you can have me'
    and I went out into the darkness
    to find her

    the houses fell away behind me
    as I walked ascending
    as the road grew rougher
    before it gave out altogether
    leaving only the Common
    and the woods
    ahead of me
    and soon
    all around

    the slope ceased
    I had reached the top
    the hills' exalted place above the land

    clouds now scudded and slid across the sky
    as the freezing wind increased
    and I moved with them
    trying to keep warm
    and keep warm inside her words
    words that heated me and my body

    the trees closed in around me
    as the footpath wound away in front
    continuing
    I continued
    following

    its chalky line glowed through the mud
    glowed in the grounded moonlight
    that fell through the branches

    even so I knew the way
    of course I did
    my body drove me on
    of course it did
    my body controlled my mind
    overruled it
    of course it did

    even so I knew the way
    through the dark trees
    over the rough leaf littered ground
    I had often travelled it by day
    and sometimes homeward by night
    but
    never outward bound by night

    she had said 'If you want me
    you
    can have me'
    she
    had said 'I am yours'
    but
    I had said nothing
    only
    remembered
    then only remembered later
    and left my happy prison
    left another world of the mind
    for a different real one

    lights showed up ahead
    through the crooked boles
    a lonely house
    I knew it well
    and floundered off the path to avoid it

    I had been here before
    of course I had

    the house moved off leftward
    and I struck out onto the hard damp lane
    the fields began to my right
    but the woods were still on the other side
    waiting
    holding

    mud fell away from my boots
    I heard my footsteps now grating
    on the stones of the lane

    stars wheeled over
    Orion striding the south
    the burning eye of Sirius chasing at his heels
    silently
    the sound of the world
    all things rushing
    was quietened
    the town's distant roar
    dulled

    expectant

    as I was

    'If you want me
    you can have me'

    darkness above
    darkness below
    and all around
    except for the moon and stars
    and isolated window lights

    growing fewer now
    as the night wore on

    I drank still more of the wine of the moon
    and the damp scents of wet mud and stones
    of dry leaves soaked
    and water becoming ice

    my body was hot
    expectant
    of course it was

    my breath blew out into cloud
    before my eyes
    becoming like the fumes exhaled
    from warm rooms by fire
    from interior rooms
    mind expanding prisons
    but prisons of emotions for all that

    but I had left
    escaped
    of course I had

    a branch struck my face
    stinging into my eyes
    I reeled back
    mind returning only to now
    the cold shimmering sky
    the rushing clouds
    the changing moonlight
    the darkness above the
    hills
    on them
    and under them

    I walked on
    the lane ended
    rough broken ground began again
    another narrow way
    would I find it
    one of the few
    among the trees
    and the empty ground under them

    last autumn's leaves
    dead to life
    as I thought I had been

    until she said 'If you want me
    you can have me'

    I followed her out
    eventually
    into the dark
    onto the hills

    here I am
    of course I am

    I left the light
    the warmth
    all past now
    I wrote off all that the Western Star meant
    all that
    everything

    for my imagined freedom
    the hills
    once more

    and yet I am torn
    with desire for the City
    the darkness and the glory
    for all my imagined freedom
    living there too
    as in the hills

    but she had said 'I am yours'

    I half slid along the path
    a
    mud slide
    I heard the cracking of ice
    and whipping of branches

    I felt a freezing chill up my legs
    as cold as the frosty stars
    so far
    and yet so near to touch

    like her

    I follow

    frozen mud gives way
    under my frozen feet
    frozen skin
    taut

    but my body
    my flesh
    taut
    feels hot
    expectant
    taut
    of course it is

    the darkness is stirring now
    it has moved within me
    its many colours mingling
    unquiet
    imagination

    and the night called
    a strange night it was

    the darkness beneath the hills
    is stirring too
    moving as if to break free
    and engulf the land
    in black ecstasy

    we wouldn't know what we were missing
    of course not
    we wouldn't know a thing
    and then we'd have all knowledge
    wisdom

    it is all within me
    and outside
    my body

    it is all the same
    one

    my flesh
    my senses
    my very being
    thrills
    in their sensuality
    in their absorbtion

    they absorb the land
    the frost and wind
    and the absent sun
    all the stars
    and the inebriating moon

    it is all theirs
    of course it is

    the trees part before me
    trunks falling away like dominoes
    the path ahead made clear
    glowing threadlike
    winding away
    chalk in the wine of the moon
    the night amidst the black earth
    under the sky

    the way flies under boots
    my feet are warm
    my legs are dry
    my muscles burn
    pulse races
    eyes seek
    all senses seek
    of course they do

    her power of sensuality
    her mind
    sex
    herself
    wisdom

    I see her
    muffled
    lips arrogant
    against the cold

    my mouth

    she said 'If you want me
    you can have me'

    of course I do

    the darkness cannot overcome her
    that word made flesh
    and living among us

    among me

    though I hadn't known it
    until she said 'I am yours'

    I stop in front of her
    flight over
    mission accomplished
    I had chosen to accept it
    of course I had

    I live
    oblivious
    my senses race far ahead of my thinking mind
    as my body does

    as her body does

    we supply all warmth and light
    the light coming into the world
    ourselves
    in the dark wood

    when we came
    into the world
    mutual

    'I am yours'

    'I am yours'

    ever outdoors
    under the moon
    the shifting clouds
    the wheeling points of stars
    the silent sky

    above the land
    the black earth
    the darkness beneath the hills

    and the wind wandering ever in air

     

A slightly different version of this poem was published (as by Nic Howard) in 1986.
Copyright (c)John Howard 1986, 2002

 


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