by phillipw | Dec 10, 2019 | PR
Christ! Too! Late! Before that sandbar, Florida, arose, Before cold water filled Lake Erie’s deeps, Before the last two northern glacier flows Crawled down the top of Europe and left heaps Of house-sized bounders stranded in peat bogs, Before the...
by phillipw | Dec 10, 2019 | BR
British Library Metamorphosis The other day he looked just fine, his beard Scraped off, his hairy forearms hinted at By whiskered wrists, his whole look dress-shirt geared To middle-class propriety. He sat There under that fluorescent, genteel lamp And took tight...
by phillipw | Dec 10, 2019 | LO, RO
. . . For Eternity If kisses were less mortal and could last As long as death, your lips would lead to realms Inhabited by gods—and even past Nirvanas, since your hot mouth overwhelms Awed intimations of that tongueless void, Negating it repeatedly with lust....
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 10, 2019 | RE
Trinities The Christ is loved the way a world is loved. His crucifixion fires up God’s high seat; We have to handle Him, asbestos-gloved, Where Moses’ beard cascades to nail-pierced feet. There mercy lights it, through them, from...
by phillipw | Dec 10, 2019 | IM
Theoretical Swan The whiteness of the swan moves on the night- Time blackness of the Thames. It is as though His bill seems orange, as if the darkened light Would actually allow another glow Than white and black. This is an artefact Of data from the hours...
by phillipw | Dec 10, 2019 | SH
Enduring English Royalty The clouds, most transient of all, float there Above the little lake, more like a pond Of molten lead with silver from the air— Reflecting cumulus concerns beyond The scene below. A nestled glowing town Is tucked up in the trees. Maybe...
by phillipw | Dec 10, 2019 | AC, SC
Wearing a Wedding Ring Somewhere between the Emperor’s age and youth But closer to Antinous in years, This scholar is an academic sleuth (Or wants to be). HIs hair just hides his ears With curls not quite as lovely as the lad’s That drove the ageing...
