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Beyond Belief?
Beyond Belief? Marking the South-West corner of Coolmela’s plot, Within the purlieu of the forest, stands a tree So broad and tall its age must be immense. To me, It whispers gently every time I pass; though what […]
Atahualpa
Atahualpa (1532) Sad Atahualpa – who five long years had fought To wrest the sacred llantos and the golden stool From Huascar, to rule the Inca-peoples as Lord-Inca, Emperor-divinity – enjoyed His hard-won privileges barely half a year Before […]
Amélie
Amélie (At 10 Weeks) How beautiful your tiny features are, Fine-boned and delicate as porcelain; As soft as silken threads your […]
J. R. R. T
J. R. R. T Master of myth and ancient folklore; dream Maker; inspired begetter of fresh hopes; How much we owe you who, in your vast works, Breathed onto fossil thought and made it live!. One aspect of […]
My Arrow
My Arrow Great Shakespeare and bright Keats – immortal pair Of bards, the purest poets ever known – The world’s bereft now that your skills have flown. When next will genius such as yours arise To scintillate […]
Winter
Winter Frost-bitten months of chill winds, fogs and snow, When icicles point from steep, glacial eaves Down to crisp-ermined soil. Evergreen leaves, Foot-track and house, slick path with hoar fence-post And hardy shrubbery your coverlet Of clustered crystals fleck with daubs of green And brown. If my […]
Cyprus (1956-1976)
Cyprus (1956-1976) Silver-eyedOlympusstares solemnly At his quarrelsome, callow sons, who rush Ceaselessly from one rash confrontation To another with their island brothers. “When will […]
Sleep
Sleep Come, gentle Sleep, and kiss my fevered brow. Empty my mind of its tempestuous thoughts. Then, in the comfort of your silent courts Of calm contentment where cool breezes blow, Cradle me closely in your loving arms. […]
Mysterious Sea
Mysterious Sea Concealing waters – rolling dark and deep In cloudy grandeur round tidelines and clifts – Opaque as midnight over brumous strands; What mysteries and wonders lie asleep Beneath your blanket, which forever lifts And falls above their darkling […]
Stonehenge
Stonehenge (After Arbar Low by Doris Corti) Pictured, the Stones seem hugely redolent Of some portentous, cosmic consciousness. First met, their insignificance appals A mind anticipating grandeur’s awe. Grouped, age-runed, in the shallow open bowl Of their […]