Here lies a dragon
cold like milk fish underground,
lifeless for fables.
@ Steven Francis poems 2010
Slip the noose of dying and madness for a time and share some observations with Welsh poet Steven Francis in this, his 5th collection of poetry.
Thursday, 26 January 2012
Wednesday, 18 January 2012
Paper .dot
Achieve naught but stalks of withering columns
grating on an eye less bed as they sway in harmony
to music of the empty tribes.
The Great S.... ! Alive on parchment but doomed
to meet his End like flies and rats,
to writhe in earnest in his earthly pit.
Or the Clever E..... the wire man,
his icy wit now charred from eternal nights,
a tongue as dry as a leather belt and mute as sand.
All fall down,
all fall down,
both pretty and the wise
all fall down...
@ Steven Francis poems 2012
grating on an eye less bed as they sway in harmony
to music of the empty tribes.
The Great S.... ! Alive on parchment but doomed
to meet his End like flies and rats,
to writhe in earnest in his earthly pit.
Or the Clever E..... the wire man,
his icy wit now charred from eternal nights,
a tongue as dry as a leather belt and mute as sand.
All fall down,
all fall down,
both pretty and the wise
all fall down...
@ Steven Francis poems 2012
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