Tag: medieval
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Pilgrims Walking IX
He looks at me for the first time without armour I plug his waterfalling wounds, as it were my dharma Hand grips my forearm hard and plain alarm Etched across his paling countenance, harm Done to one is done to all, done to self, a charm Bracelet of jangling apotropaics You won’t ever have that…
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Pilgrims Walking VIII
His fast-beating heart so often in his mouth Slows like lust at hundred’s half He bleeds like a stuck calf Soon his white shirt is plastered To him pink and diaphanous Like old revenge cast in alabaster His eyes wells, the spells he won’t cast The worlds he will never master Forbidden from this ever…
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Pilgrims Walking – III
Are you bound for Coventry, sirs? He is in bearing a laird In character a cur, clear liar His seals of office wholly undeserved His officers spurs you could not call earned Eyes covetous as a drake’s dream of jewels gleaming in its lair What Joyce called a heaventree Of stars spans the sky above…