Poetry by Frances Boyle: Evoking Awen

Evoking Awen

Your stream is anything 
but shallow and clear
—it is deep     muddy
a current churns      strong 
below unruffled surface.

Eager meaninglessness
like wolfsbane may repel
one you want to run with.
Word-seeds     invisible
among tangle of weeds.

Think what you wish to find 
and forget about finding it.
Look at what you stumble
over     eyes on ground, 
that bit of grass. 

Dowse deeper    a fresh spring
less eager more meaningful.
Why do you want to know?
—my child     in response 
to an everyday question.