{"id":902,"date":"2020-10-13T17:50:30","date_gmt":"2020-10-13T17:50:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/?p=902"},"modified":"2020-10-13T19:12:47","modified_gmt":"2020-10-13T19:12:47","slug":"going","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/2020\/10\/13\/going\/","title":{"rendered":"Going.."},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"960\" height=\"271\" src=\"https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/10-13-2020-GOING.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-904\" srcset=\"https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/10-13-2020-GOING.jpg 960w, https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/10-13-2020-GOING-300x85.jpg 300w, https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/10-13-2020-GOING-768x217.jpg 768w, https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/10-13-2020-GOING-604x171.jpg 604w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 960px) 100vw, 960px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-audio\"><audio controls src=\"https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/audio\/Going.m4a?_t=1602614683\"><\/audio><\/figure>\n\n\n<p class=\"fonts-plugin-block\" style=\"font-weight: normal;font-size: 15px;line-height: 1.3\"><strong><em>Going<\/em><\/strong><br>\u00a0<br>I burn into evening \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<br>where slow shadows burn low<br>where West shadows softly \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<br>pushing evening\u2019s soft glow<br>where a speckled fish laughs \u00a0\u00a0<br>laughter sparkles in pools<br>where a pool of bright light<br>makes fish spark like jewels.<br>\u00a0<br>I tuck eagre fingers<br>\u2018round a meagre flat rock<br>its beating heart rocks me<br>with a keen aftershock:<br>the rock forms a heart shape<br>and it shapes what I see.<br>Laughter spins upward ~ hooks<br>in the oak\u2019s canopy.<br>\u00a0<br>The Oaks gaze in wonder<br>where the sky hooks my heart.<br>I\u2019m sky-hooked in wonder<br>watching sky fires depart<br>while fires in the forests<br>match the fires in my heart<br>but I can\u2019t remember<br>how those fires got their start.<br>\u00a0<br>I dream I am drowning<br>feel my lungs scream on fire<br>I lasso a sky fire<br>watch the evening expire.<br>\u00a0<br>And, now, I recall how<br>I felt about you, how<br>I waited for comfort<br>when my red heart turned blue.<br>But Blue is my colour<br>and Blue echoes this Light<br>with pristine effulgence<br>Blue Light shines through the night.<br>\u00a0<br>The hour overtakes me<br>and I stretch for The Field.<br>The Rumi inside me<br>whispers never to yield<br>for the yield of my crop<br>is the Power I wield.<br>So I make for the Field.<br>Will you be in the Field?<br>\u00a0<br>My Power mirrors your<br>Power, mirrors wide in<br>your wake ~ together, we<br>flow like a river to<br>the far side of the lake<br>\u201cDon\u2019t go\u201d says the Giver<br>\u201clest you won\u2019t stay awake:<br>there is so much at stake.\u201d<br>\u00a0<br>We arrive at The Field<br>where we all choose and state<br>which badge will define us:<br>and how \u2018strait is our gate\u2019.<br>Will we journey our fate?<br>Perhaps fate makes for fools<br>like fish sparking jewels.<br>Are we constantly late?<br>\u00a0<br>We journey to wonders<br>and we cast for \u2018Great Love\u2019.<br>We hunt with proud eagles<br>and we nest with cowed doves.<br>Will \u2018Great Love\u2019 define us<br>as we enter The Field?<br>Can we ever combine<br>all the parts we must wield?<br>\u00a0<br>For, we\u2019ve always been both<br>yes, again and again.<br>Invictus* recoils us<br>back to oaths after sin.<br>\u00a0<br>\u00a0And gentle the grey dove:<br>and embroiled was the hunt.<br>The hunt preys inside me<br>on the spoils of my heart.<br>\u00a0<br>When, gentle, the dove calls<br>will the eagle depart?<br>Will I yield my arrows?<br>Search for you in The Field?<br>\u00a0<br>Now night covers darkly<br>and the narrowing shade<br>discovers a chink in<br>the stark armour I made.<br>\u00a0<br>So, burn into evening \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<br>where slow shadows burn low<br>where West shadows softly \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<br>pushing evening\u2019s soft glow<br>where a speckled fish laughs \u00a0\u00a0<br>laughter sparkles in pools<br>where a spark of bright light<br>makes fish spark like jewels.<br>\u00a0<br>\u00a0<br>\u00a0<br>\u00a0<br>by Barbara Helvey Hughes, 2020 for Peter McKinnon<br>* Invictus by Ernest 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