by phillipw | May 19, 2020 | AB, HE, PI
Abelard and Heloïse Illuminated When Abelard was my age, he was dead. I think he would have lived eternally If he had known he’d be stiff as French bread Flutes, as sticks of it dressed infernally, When painted in the Roman de la Rose In red and orange...
by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | AB, CR, NI
Crepe Myrtle Armory A pink of seriousness, of solemn frills, Is roasting in the tropic sun. A breeze From hottest sultriness and languor spills Across the flowers and leaves. They are at ease Though. This is what God made them for and so They flourish in their...
by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | SP
A Tabernacle Open ……. …”the splendour in the grass” The green begins to rise through richness of The sunrise-reddish brown across the fields In Windsor. Princely spikes peak up above The corduroy earth. This vista yields A...
by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | DE, FA, MO
Mother and Father in Death Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He dreamed about his mother—then reached out To touch her, but his hands came up against A marble wall of blackness. In a pout...
by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | AS, GA, ST
Light Killing Light The Milky Way is one prolonged hot sigh Of birth and life and dying. Whites and blues And yellows, splayed across an iron sky, Explode, implode, imbibe each other, fuse Their destinies together, cannibals Of cousins who mistakenly drift near,...
