Tag: imagination
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Homeless Poets
Homeless Ovid Abutting road Not leading to Rome Blameless of Homer Torpid storm, turgid night Serpentine tide’s undulate tattoo An exciseman in surplus resounding Pass’d without glance-casting our poet. Cursed to roam without the Garden By the sawfire sword angel-guarded Like a burdened beast ere upon its toes An azure-triskelled woad naked in a cleaving…
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Goodbye to all that
Robert Graves awayed, bloodlust sated Absconded to Deia, more to his mind Place of Satyrs, sylvan glaived maize Silenus maven muse pilgrim. He was a poet, a true poet Moon-throated, thralled to a muse From whose faultless hem Truth hewn can be eschewed Use not vexatious runes or puzzling riddles Which muddle befuddling the reading…
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Standing Vigil
For a consumptive waif Babe still I volunteered to wait Morning ’til Upon sill alighting, ’til dawnlight In her society. All night I was to wait Stillstaying A priest to pay my wage Tuppence day For pay such men slay demons, eh? Nods me away. Figured muchly would enjoy it Humour’d mordant But when I…
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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…
Alchemisland 