by phillipw | Nov 7, 2019 | RO
Madame Alfred Carrière The layers open wider, lighter, still. A stillness that is still beyond our eyes Is slowly rippling outward broader till The width attains perfection’s pure surprise, A velvet moment. These increasing curves Go paler as they spread like angels’...
by phillipw | Nov 7, 2019 | RO
Jazz-like Imperial Deep purple held in purples deeper yet, This blossom is the purple every rose Has dreamed of. Long centuries of blooms have set Their reveries on it. When rosebushes doze, They dream of darker purples in their hearts, Of chord-like,...
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...
