KNOT Magazine
Fall Issue 2022
Mark Murphy
Pensées
I hold your absence in my palm like pathos
or a wager chasing shadows,
pursuing God in an ontological coin toss.
“God is, or he is not.” Unconscionable to bet
against eternal life for the opposite
possibility of gaining nothing.
I wonder if God will honor the bet?
Is he not the God of love, all benevolent?
We could die chasing after these thoughts.
I hold your absence in my palm like bathos
or an echo at the end of time,
pursuing God in an ontological coin toss.
Fernweh
i
I hear your song at the end of the world,
the edge of all things
like a murmur in an abyss
with no echo.
And I'm descending inside myself
shoring these ruined
cravings, cities and landscapes
as though they were part of a lost dream.
ii
If God had eyes to see
and hands to sculpt these sempiternal ruins
would he not seat man and wife
conjointly
at the throne
of the victorious chorus (?)
where no manly distance
could forbid the ache of love's desires.
Mark A. Murphy’s first full length collection, Night-watch Man & Muse was published in November 2013 from Salmon Poetry (Eire). http://www.salmonpoetry.com/details.php?ID=315&a=250
Murphy’s poems have been published in over 100 magazines and ezines in 17 different countries world wide. He is currently working on a new play, Lenny's Wake for which he is looking for a publisher and a stage production.
Pluviophile
It's raining in the almost forgotten doomsday village,
beating down on St Mary's tower,
filling the gutterings which overflow with joy
whilst a local man tears open his shirt
and dances on the dry earth, soon to be quenched
by the summer storm. He remembers
stories of old monsoons and imagines living
in a rain forest where he might hide
from his peers and swim in black water rivers
where the daily downpours would renew
and awaken in him a lost innocence,
that he might smell the ground and trees once more
and cry out to the gods: this is the day I've dreamed
all my life, this be the day it rained forever!