LYNN’S BIRTHDAY
I was a kingfisher in your hand.
I was a man who licked the land.
The switch is off but the light is on.
Sometime in the future you'll be gone.
No more men will struggle in the sea.
I’ll refuse the fish that are brought to me.
The keeper of the snakes has you hidden.
Like a man on probation you're forbidden.
Eldred walks the fields when the day is done.
He reads too much of Blake and Tennyson.
Simple measures, simple pleasures
You don’t have to count other people’s treasures.
I touched the ruler with the jagged edge.
I have not found the golden hedge.
Niobe weeps upon the floor.
She cannot find what she is looking for.
Through our many endeavours we learn what is right.
From the days of our worship to the curse of the night.
Thursday, December 19, 2024
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