by phillipw | Nov 2, 2019 | LO, RO
“Do We Really Need the Moon?” [The title of a programme about science on BBC 4 television] Our madnesses are necessary for Romance and yet they loom in us sometimes, A waxing that becomes too much—and more— A full moon magnified by mist and crimes Of one...
by phillipw | Oct 6, 2019 | LO, RO
Tacit The dawn bows slowly over stars, and they Retreat. A woman wakes. Her man has gone. So ends a love and starts another day. So ends a love where constellations shone. The morning star is colorlesss. Its blaze As clear as pain, is focused like the throat In...
by phillipw | Oct 2, 2019 | RO
14 Poetic Months in London and 18 in England Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem In morality and talent this Raimbard [sic], aged between 15 and 16 [at the time Paul and Arthur met], was and is a...
by phillipw | Sep 19, 2019 | LO, LU, PA, RO, SE
The Memory of Your Mouth The memory of your mouth still makes a wound Where lips now hollow once were crushed with lust. Your tongue and teeth that savaged like a hound Have left a scar-like gap and taste of rust Where feral kisses set their mark and had Their...
by phillipw | Sep 19, 2019 | RO
Rising and Setting As if the moon laced blood throughout the veins In all my smooth-skinned parts with shining dust Drawn off from her pocked seas; as if with pains She coaxed vast tides within my soul, caused lust Implacable as crater shapes to form Within my lunar...
by phillipw | Sep 19, 2019 | LO, RO
Far and Near The moon seemed full forever, fixed and set There high above my loneliness the night I went in search of distant love and met You with you heart held up as in a rite, As if an Aztec priest could sacrifice His own wide chest, incise it with...
