by phillipw | Aug 23, 2019 | BE, SW
Consider How the Swan Lifts Up His Wings Consider how the swan lifts up his wings Above his pinion shape while gliding on The River Thames at Windsor. Athelings Were never quite so handsome in the dawn Of England’s whiteless history (so full Of scarlet...
by phillipw | Aug 23, 2019 | Mc, ME
Linda Meant Beautiful Nostalgia is an ivory-silk bride’s dress From long ago locked sternly in amber. This type of wistfulness protects that tress You stole and treasure because the camber Of such dejection is extreme beyond Pink sentiment, especially if slipped...
by phillipw | Aug 22, 2019 | HA
I Have a Fiend I have a fiend who sneaks around my brain. At times he flickers like a ghost who burned In hell a while but now is just a stain, A vile aurora borealis turned To haunting in dark upper Arctic airs. More usually unfurlings of his black Light...