As Fay Roberts explores the Seven Classical Planets this month, ze starts far out with Saturn:
We start in darkness – where else could we hide
from father feasting at the edge of light?
Bright issues spring from him, and more besides,
his bloody harvest garlanded with spite.
He tells us that his rule’s a Golden Age
(before we learn to fear, and then to hate),
and verdant meadows form an open cage
without the fire with which we circle fate.
But in the depths of winter tables turn,
the lowest mounting up on stilts of mirth,
and in the dark the merest glimmers burn –
together we relearn to coax hope’s birth.
While those about to die acknowledge him,
it’s better to be sanguine than be grim.
– FR
Avoiding copyright issues, Fay made this graphic zirself. |
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