by phillipw | Jul 7, 2022 | MA
Mandarin Ducks in December Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The winter settles on the colors of The throat and wings. A coldness there calls light To make the feathers look like frosty love,...
by phillipw | Jul 6, 2022 | CR, SP, TR
I Saw Boys Playing Cricket . . . . . . in white upon a cricket ground today In Oxfordshire as if long centuries passed And made no difference. There I saw the sway Of bat. Tradition in a woollen cast, A cast, though supple as the hips and thighs Contained in...
by phillipw | Jul 5, 2022 | AR, FA
Gabriel, Michael and Lucifer in Leaves The voice of autumn yet unheard is still, But soon a breeze will turn, become a wind, Become a storm. October spreads a chill, A silence almost sound, or singing thinned By yellow in the leaves of aspens, beech And maples to the...
by phillipw | Jul 3, 2022 | Uncategorized
Dayspring The morning moon is setting. It is still And not. The light is light and fading but Not fading. Dawn is hovering in the chill Of lunar death that is not death. Life is cut From death as if a sliver of a far Lost moon, though cryogenic in...
