by phillipw | Oct 31, 2019 | PE
Eau de Lancashire The fragrances the French perfumers fail To use are English woodland scents. Of course Wild garlic isn’t fancied by those frail And dainty Gallic noses. Still the gorse Should suit their sensibilities because Its blossoms smell of coconut, and if...
by phillipw | Oct 31, 2019 | BE
With Every Grace Endued He leans his high-arced cheek against the carved Wood decoration by his head. His slim And slightly, slightly arching nose is starved Of ugliness, since ugliness for him Is distant as the depths from heaven’s height. The anthem...
by phillipw | Oct 31, 2019 | FR
Moveless Blizzard A milder form of beauty is the frost. A snowy landscape is dramatic, stark, And harshly lovely, like bitterness lost In sweetest white, all edged in green and stark Irruptions in the fields or on the hills. But frost makes greens pastel, or...
by phillipw | Oct 31, 2019 | CL
Climate, Strange Can you remember when the daffodils Meant spring was on the way? Each yellow drift Beside the bank or just beneath the hill’s Slope gave the eye and soul a gold bright lift. That doesn’t happen now. We remember How promise of revival made us new...
by phillipw | Oct 31, 2019 | GR
Everlasting Loop of Covetousness We want eternity to stretch out more, To be extended past infinity. We want our human, tattered, pulsing core To break the boundaries of divinity. The gods of many faiths have died. They used To be immortal. They are now as dead As...
