Wednesday, 6 November 2013

Of Kings, Queens and Dark Dreams

I
Black King, gongs superb barracks,
Shadow willows step powerful,
Lovely yews.
Shout to open narratives!
Singing glistening gargoyle eves
Surrounded dank Kinsmen.
Nap pudgy yellow weirs,
So Orpheus sheds sullen nymph hounds.
Sew winter;
Rapid drifts swallow wild drab black kings.

II
Queen Nelfer, royal livid dowel.
Lonely yves, shutter rotten nargle.
Ever robust;
Teeter running growl.
Leave edges sour rust;
Target the earnest towle.

2 comments:

  1. The line "shadow willows" totally tripped me... awesome imagery, now I can't get those two words out of my head!!!

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