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 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]
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