cleave1 | klēv | I, night; gentle rider. I, diaphanous warrior. I, literate, silent owl: night. Night! I, cotton knight, cleave the air, as I do as I do. cleave2 | klēv | As do arrows, as do spears. As do crows, to arrive over river, over mountain, over meadow, as do I; to woo, to weave daylight to shadow, to … Continue reading Cleave (1 & 2)
Top Dollar/ cassettes/ 2022 I will dress in fresh clean white tee shirt and scruffy jeans. Scuffed-up monkey boots don’t mean I can’t pop my collar. . Unbox socks of cotton. No, I ain’t forgotten how to tie my laces, I was shown. Yeah, my hair needs cutting. . Wash my face this morning. Pay … Continue reading Top Dollar.
Sonnet, woven over poets’ weekend, to birdsong, kisses, blue socks, caresses; long baths, silk scarves and Lichtenstein dresses. Vacate the room by eleven a.m. On honeymoon sheets. The duvet is penned by second breakfast: Zimmerman verses; the cadence of their kitchen voices. Bend the bow, release; villanelle ascend the roads and bridges of Northumbria. Greetings … Continue reading Sonnet (Bus To Dungeon Ghyll).
1. I will remember. A rhyme yet to come. All is rhythm. Horn and drum. It was autumn. I will remember. 2. A rhyme yet to come. Glance her mirror. All is beauty. Glimpse and glimmer. It was November. A rhyme yet to come. 3. All is rhythm. Six bells chime. All is hum. Her … Continue reading Her Hymn In Waltz Time.
Beauty drew the archer’s eye; absolutely true. “To this woman,” bade the bowman. How the arrow flew! As a vesper, as a whisper; diaphanous, and blue as Venus rising in the window; under waxing moon. [diaphanous & blue: acrylic, detail. 2022]
After making love, we drove around the greatest city in the world (for access to the Lakes). You pointed out the citadel and cathedral, painted childhood haunts as gold, wove passages that, on your lips, appointed saints with majesty.
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