Alchemisland

I watched a mucky sod suddenly sodden with startled starling shadows

Knew God. Struck out for new clod, floundered in cod-haunted shallows

I imagined dashed ambitions matching my uncapturable mission: Flodden

King bonnie King dead, bonfire-fit banner trodden; Napoleon’s modern

Army newly modelled useless as quadriremes bottled.

You could not accuse this wittering ditherer of being too revealing.