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grubby grists of euphuistic prolixity

Sunday, 31 October 2010

étangs d'automne

My tenth-born breathed a mist across the waiting evening water
Wounded clouds and darkened trees concealed the dying day
Bloody-faced and marble-tongued, the fearful shadows sought her
She tended their contusions as they leached away to grey

Sunday, 10 October 2010

Sendal Dusk

Behind the beacon hills the sky in patches, remnants, clouded
Like silk shot through with clarets, cobalts, fit to clothe a king
Below, the winking hamlets now with burnt sienna shrouded
Feigning sleep, they nestle deep into the vale's green sling

Thursday, 7 October 2010

Black Spot

Into the ditch are bloodied glass and twisted metal smashed
Past dimming eyes a world of whirling grass and wet mud flashed
All happy thoughts of home and children's faces, cruelly dashed

Friday, 1 October 2010


Ripped and torn unravelled sky marks travellers' thoughtless wend
Empyreal vaulted winds just sigh, their quilts of blue extend
Frail crumbling orbit's gentle sweep through sunset's golden glow
Is brushed aside no more to sleep dispersed like spring's last snow
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