Tag: creation
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Pen of Heaven Arid of Ink
Quill of Metatron Pen with which bright stars were drawn Rudely expulsed from heaven’s bawn An angel spending one last dawn looking down No dappled dawn drawn, no daylight dauphin Sun fruited cloudlinings fluttering resemble Her oriflamme France, which when flown her ranks could never lose Flambeau lures moths of my memories, lots of my…
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Taking Under Advisement
Small, red-fleshed man sits Napoleon’s shoulder; destiny’s official Deigned command an Emperor, his missives success of missions, Ignore red man red fate endure, corpse of imminent boon grizzily hatcheted Russian factions lined like Risk troops, dice and action and warm jacketed. Breakfast chamber his tricorn tipped low, watery mush to the tip of the bowl…
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Craft
I – Old But Recent Craft I make pollicitations to cunning bards past, Place of old poets thy Parnassian pasts immortal Your past-prime virtues now victuals to vexers who make you victims of gaunt learning or love-chagrinning solar sojourns. In dissecting I seek to neither venerate nor eviscerate, My lancet taps ichor and flowing essential…
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Fly
Fly, are you even among your number heralded As one vigorous, swift, imperative. How dash thee to and fro just shy of my whip Educated wrist, slick; and yet you slip
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Homework
God mountain maker He takes his scales to everything and modifies the surfeit With an arch engineer’s autistic precision The spread legs of his vast compass form a darkening arch over the world. His works are balanced Light twinned to dark, exceeding it in number if not in boldness Craft built like the universe was…
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Arthur
Heads on sticks fester, house of Crimson Witch She bids the Styx flows faster, her mushroom cap is pitch For Cerberus, three collars new like fledging priests Snow on Mount Erebus three colours blue like old heat Trees coloured blue for an amethyst eye Amorous tryst deny eye to eye, barefaced a knightly lie To…
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Sobriety
You’re on Sovember, scotchonrockstober the shock of sober can leave man over Like a turnover I’m dark at bits. “€1.70 love, and a bag is it?” flyover white cliffs Dover The Sea of Rome in Ostia, the Holy See the suffering earth the rebounding surf that slurps The bay, the gulls cascade to the cast…