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Pilgrims Walking – IV
We have lamps inside us Whose light outshines us Shines outside us Shrine to holiness Lazaret of Lazarus Mage of Montserrat We are sheep with a wise husbandrist You are bondmen drifting in twisted chains Someone is grinning at widespread chagrin Someone is winning by this felling wind Silence is telling, loud is the shelling …
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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…
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Pilgrims Walking – II
The denizens in and beyond these hills Sought every sordid, sanguinary thrill And in their wake a pill to weaken and stake through every ill We trouped past dark satanic mills Mustering dark winds and deathly chills Ill born of miasms plague the villages The dells and hamlets where it kills Indiscriminately like a serial…
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Pilgrims Walking – I
We descend grim hills Slate tests our shoe grips Kills our knees and shins Whipping winds tear our shirts, sent us widdershins We are shivering when we arrive in We have tasted monastic meads We have stalked Asphodel fields We have steeled ourselves at tempters We have avoided usurers and lenders Rule benders and fiend…
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Winter Ride to the Lodge
Sheets of sight-stealing snow A sheep’s coat covering steals the road and sense of route Barely seen behind his coat the driver spits rudely Cracks his crop to break the horse unruly Alexander hiding Bucephalus’ shadow A single jewel kings his finger, gained unduly Ejects starlight, the duel of sun and dew The Holly laughing…
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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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Starspawn
Sick from but not of drinking Sick from and of thinking I’m sinking pints in a dockside bar Fog-shrouded far harbour Between loud sips of lager tales regales us Of his sea-borne, sea born Father The man I am named after He points up to a beam in the rafters Hangs a portrait of a…
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A Rider Is Coming
All left wondering Earth thundering Who is coming But Cú Chulainn His chariot running Carves great runnels In runebanded armour He is the sun king The span of royal mouth His circuit decrees My kingdom all that lies between My wheels now and where they’re later seen He carves new routes, cuts roots clean New…
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Players Please
Skeleton finger hands limbering up above piano keys Attained by degrees these masteries Black and white in rank and file she prods songs from chess pieces Keratin traces every face along its length, rousing scales She plays one handed Her profiled eye like a sunfish side winks, old romantic Head nodding in drugged emphasis Another…
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Yellow Rose
She grows that garden rose Grows without control Sweet smells climb up my nose Everything goes on under my nose Without my knowing. She is a rose Her billowing robe flows like abundant sap Chinese female gold, her dress is yellow orpiment Her shift in yellow also, gem of the orchard She is a scorching…