BAD BEHAVIOR

 

6.  A DECLARATION

 

Vio wondered, as she and Samal walked home from the port where they left the old boat, what kind of welcome she would get from their parents. There was no one around when they reached the house, except Gora, who hugged them and told them to hurry and have a bath before supper.

Vio ran downstairs just as her parents were entering the dining-room, and they sat down at their places as if nothing unusual had happened at all.

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SAMAL

11. VICTORY

 

 

There were no immediate repercussions. Vio knew neither Jinis nor Jalkan would forget the insult to their family pride, but for the moment they did nothing to avenge it. Perhaps because the merchant class was not as strong and threatening as it had recently appeared to be. Most people, especially at the port, were still loyal to the Queen. The merchants were not ready for violence. They couldn’t even agree among themselves on what they wanted, Pepi said. Some wanted a share of power, while others, including Jinis, wanted to get rid of the Queen and the royal clan.

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THE END OF THE ROYAL CLAN

17.  THE MALE IS GREATER

 

 

For a few more moons the changes at Kynopolis appeared to go no deeper. In spite of all she had learnt about it, Vio felt the town was still itself, the home she recognised. She was constantly aware of tension, however, in herself and in the air.

The group of friends, the old boat crew, had taken to meeting in the evenings at Samal and Vio’s home. It had always been their natural meeting place, and now it was a haven. They played games and told stories to distract themselves from worry, but they often discussed what was happening in Kynopolis as well. It was impossible not to; no plans could be made without wondering whether the royal family would be overthrown and what that would mean in their lives.

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THE NAVEL

22.  THE JOURNEY

 

 

    They set out before dawn, Vio, Gora, their hosts’ son, Isak, who knew the route they had to take, and Anil, who wanted to see them on their way. The old couple, who had watched over them without sleeping, wept as they walked quickly away. The fastest way to escape from the city was by boat, but it was too dangerous with the army watching for royal survivors, so they walked out into the countryside. By the time the day grew light, they were already leaving the farmers’ fields behind, and the terrain was becoming harsh and lonely.

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MARRIAGE AND REVENGE

25.  MARRIAGE

 

Vio and Sirion were married a few days later, at the main altar in the Temple. Mamia said the marriage rite. Vio wore a simple dark blue robe Aunt Bibis had been making for her as a surprise, with a paler blue veil and chains of forest flowers round her neck, and Sirion looked magnificent in a long white tunic. Vio could hardly keep her eyes off him long enough to concentrate on the prayers.

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OTHER POEMS

These are most of my poems not included in Inhabiting Earth or other series on this site, more or less in chronological order. Some are personal, some more chatty, or ‘occasional’, some can perhaps be called philosophical.

 

PART  I: INDIA

 

Fragments of an optical illusion

The square field grows round
like a womb,
the ground where I walk
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BEGINNING

This is a short and partial account of my life, and includes poems that go with the relevant stages. Before I started it, I hadn’t been thinking of writing about myself. I meant to write only poems, carefully depersonalized – no ‘I’– condensing object and sensation in small nodes of experience: an attempt to balance creativity and detachment that I thought suited to my age. Instead, I’ve discovered I want to speak in my own voice about what has been important to me, and how I’ve lived out my ideas, at times obsessions.

The first, strongest and most lasting of these is my attachment to Earth, this planet earth we live on. Continue reading

MY EARTH MYTH

‘Earth’ is feminine in all the languages I know, and the deities of earth are goddesses. Earth, water, moon are goddesses, while air, fire, sun are gods, though there are exceptions, aspects of fire which are feminine, rain which is male when it fecundates earth. And for the Tibetans the sun is a goddess. Probably my identification of sun and sky above as male and the earth beneath as female stems from the Mediterranean tradition. Continue reading