The Judgement of Paris
The Judgement of Paris How could he know?. That on his choice Hung, epical, the futures of His family, his natalTroy And its then fortunate inhabitants?. That Agamemnon with his Grecian horde Would alter history because Æneas, who escaped their wrath, Would […]
Lamia and Jealousy
Lamia and Jealousy For some there writhes a serpent in the brain From whose lewd jaws foul venom spews Upon the root-strings of the tongue. That monster feeds on love but vomits bile, Most bitterly on those whose trust is near. That Lamia is termagent […]
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 […]
Rainbow
Rainbow The glory of an Angel’s wings spreads bright across the skies, An arc of light ineffable before my streaming eyes. What matter if the rain still falls or thunder still […]
The Artist
The Artist Last night An artist came and drew Upon my window-pane; And fron his hoary skill I knew Jack frost had come again. Strange shapes Festoon the opaque glass With myriad forms diverse; Whilst all my pipes and drains Surpass Description in mere words. […]
Woman
Woman God made Woman perfectly When her He did create; Not one thing did He neglect To please glad Man, her mate. Hair seductive frames her head, (Prettier than jewelled crown), A fragrant veil of gossamer Softer than the finest down. […]
Alone
Alone ‘I stood and stand alone’. (Byron: Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage) Alone I stand: Alone I think. My heart, worn by its constant load Of love and anger, pride and fear, Labours to do its best for me As I increase […]
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 […]
Nocturne
Nocturne Still the dark night – a penitential calm In expiation of the rude day’s din – And all seems peaceable within The silent house. As fragrant as a balm A low breeze lulls the trees. Over the soundless […]