by phillipw | Sep 15, 2021 | LU, MO, PR
Elizabeth Taylor Never Managed Bangles to Compete with THAT Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When class means one thing in Great Britain, class Means something else in Hollywood. It’s glitz There, glitz...
by phillipw | Sep 14, 2021 | Ho, LU
What Movie Stars Can Never Be Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Enchantment is a slavery to stars Of sweatless screens, the cinema, tv, Or Netflix, or on smartphones. Out on Mars They walk around, and...
by phillipw | Sep 14, 2021 | AM, BI, BR, GA, RU, SE
Taatamata and Denham Russell-Smith The evidence, it seems, implies that stuff With women caused him greatest grief, except For Taatamata. Mother was enough To force him to desire control. She kept Him on the tightest lead, as best she might, And love for Ka produced...
by phillipw | Sep 13, 2021 | BR, CH, JO, MA, MI, NU, RU, SK, SW, VI, WO
Skinny-dipping with Rupert Brooke, Sturdy as a Marlowe Stanza or Miltonic Ones, in a Night-time Cambridgeshire Pool Virginia Woolf had seen him. She had seen Him whole. She saw his soul, good-hearted, kind, Substantial. She had seen him leaping, clean, More clean...
by phillipw | Sep 13, 2021 | BR, CH, GA, LA, RU
Rugby Love Reduced to Black and White in Cambridge Love The love continued into Cambridge days. One Rugby beauty took another in A frame and kept him in his room to gaze At eyes, at stalwart auburn hair, and chin, Not just in daytime, either, but in nights Of...
by phillipw | Sep 12, 2021 | BR, CH, GA, LA, LO, RU
Auburn Love Maleness Maleness Maleness The way a twilight in the autumn turns To unsung colors, so the chapel light Inside the service changes from the burns Of orange to a brown with red so slight It slinks away as suns go down. The red Is almost memory, not real,...
by phillipw | Sep 9, 2021 | CA, DR, SL, TW
Cat Snap The cat sinks slowly into sleep but not Too deeply. Holding onto surface wit Enough to settle in its cardboard cot, A box lid, furred, unfazed, it starts to knit Together dreams and life until its tail Stops swaying slightly at its tip...
by phillipw | Sep 9, 2021 | LI
Meditation and Revelation A firefly, glowing, glowing, glowing swerves Around the temple bell and rests upon It, glinting. In the twilight glowing curves Have settled on the metal briefly. Drawn Towards the contours of the bronze, the fly Begins its...
