Poetry Writings Artwork and stories from Neil Furby

I will see William Blake
like a storm in his paradises of fire

He will tell me that the apple is wiser
than words
but that these transform the apple
into the sun illumining the green fields
There where you will go to get lost
in the crevice of the cricket’s song
eternal reprobate
to sing the green in the green
just as we sing
the first throb of the universe

I will see William Blake
shining his shield of poppies

In search of his lips
he will tell me that God
initiated the song
when feeling the need for  silence

The Angels were musical notes
in the landscape
opening the score
like a bird discovering the dawn

Since then
the liquid breath of the earth
has perfumed the flower
that now unites us in the visions