by phillipw | Dec 26, 2019 | AE, BE, DE, ES, PE
Easter Peonies Pink peonies are dying. Only those Most hidden in the shades from one near bush Hold on to sturdy hope, to lingering rose Determination not to wilt. These push With frilled resistance, blowse-like guimpes, against That insubstantial...
by phillipw | Dec 15, 2019 | AE, BE, ES
On the Right Hand of God, the Father Almighty The pheasant stalks the hoar-frost farmer’s field, But early morning’s backlighting shines strong, So blackest silhouette is this dawn’s yield. No. Wait. Pure ugliness does not belong To spring. A moment...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2019 | BE, BR
British Library Brown and Black Reader The normal word is shadows. That’s too strong A term for soft gradations on his face Of light and lesser light. They fall along This ridge, that slant of skin, and make the trace Of beauty blend into grace where lonely...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2019 | BE, BR
Far from Grim He has a wayward symmetry, not right Like Christ’s, this hair a harmful Rupert Brooke’s. The marble-like complexion gathers light, Transluscent, pure, too beautiful for books. The faintness and the flawlessness of skin Stretched...
by phillipw | Dec 10, 2019 | BE
Sting in the Tail A chaos of hot humming fills the yard Where countless frantic bees create a mesh Of winged futility. Beekeepers guard Their heads with veils of wire, protect their flesh With sticky gloves and khaki in a sweat While doing their dishonest...
by phillipw | Dec 3, 2019 | BE
If Only If only . . . it were true that perfect face And fetching body contours equalled good, That silk-like lashes on the eye meant grace Of character—and lovely dimples could Be parallel with rectitude of soul, That lips demanding urgent kisses might...
