Tag: creative writing
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Bishop gloved in freshness
In choked nave, peasants craning For better sight. Removal of stains Ewer draws puring mithril from a silver basin Subdeacons astride their Primate Christfire beacons gyring inside Like a Pilate, his hands washed Doused in rosewater in sight of the people Beneath God’s steeple Purified thereby prosphoron for problems probes Oil of catechumens Essence of…
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Wolf of you me-eating
Your wolven eyes undress me Glaived vestments hang open Like overpacked bags stoven In tendril and in rag fastened Below gristle, animate duress Hunter’s flensing knife your breath Against me peeling away my flesh. Wolf of you me-eating Bulk of view’s points disagreeing Demolition, each others’ overseeing A metre stick’s distance between us a cheetah…
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Looting
History circuitous, repetitious For the Irish, rarely surreptitious As rights rise like tides of changing ages Venice’s cancer’s final stage From sacred hollows mystical weapons are pried Durandal pulled from stone and stolen, like Scone’s stone How long until Thule and Horbiger’s icebox are taught in schools? Of the lance of Longinus, spearing Eden’s seed…
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St. Stephen, no wren friend
Somewhere in Dublin a frigid forecourt in storm North King Street worming behind Four Courts Wet catchyourdeath chill alright, oldtown silhouette Later belching towers’ll smoulder there, giant cigarettes Nearby St. Stephen’s lazaret Outside which stabbed faction fighters are left after a decent Donnybrook Melee broke out, two villages a single scrimmage Such blood spillage a…