And so the petals grounding, yellow flowers of Ormiston
Roy, black hips by autumn, left no more than red brier and
laurel heads of golden crowns.
For the heart tied stays for a season, the carriages of Venus,
lay over me, Rosa forrestiana, Rosa hugonis, despite rounds
of nettles, I circumspect last embrace, no more than the moths
of nomadic harm.
I danced in the scold, in the waist of finest bones, light measures
of Meg Merrilees, to fortunes I remember every hour there
after, homilies of fragrant inertia.
Sky in it’s chartreuse, gazetteer or potent give way,
annunciate these monitions of despair, wild fires her seed
accounts through me, finite sorrows of infinity tears,
thefts of stable patrons, recanting perpetuities.
Letters sent in whispers of the overcast, diminutive blade
has left cuttings of her pale pink envelope, patrons wielding
aroused recollections, to guide through the curvatures, her
stern hand of recitals, rife wounds of vanities portent.
Damsel under par the girleen elms, urchin who may not
sufferance, to gaze upward from her silk, let all the jade of
warring days, clement by the leaf, lines of rain, I yield
to the oaks, print I Achilles, urgent as the ink runs.
I have tightened the stem of morning, Riefler clock where
hands past the hour, punctual though diaristic, erenow
the journeymen of yoretime, antebellum still beneath the glass.
After eternal realms, we are yet a puisne younger, than the
sun and stars, before the comets fall, are figs intercalary,
orchid as the thunderclap, we priest’s of Whittaker’s almanac.
The cup that has wandered from the lips, separate smoke
that left the room together, bereft the token to head, to
falsify the pincette tail.
Every fang about the tooth entangled, what I tong of
truth, Perth the night it’s red mandibles, to tweezer
faith, her moonless reed forward.
I abide the caution of the index finger, thimbles in the
miscues of sensation, wherein I may not detect, the
inculcate end, of brief or near beginnings.
I perceive the mint leaf, I note in variables of intercept
or interpretation, but will I render it a summerhouse,
or visor it frost, or will the shade tree of my thoughts
assign the light of girandole, lucidities I occult as,
jalousie neutral?
There the sun of Argand burner, will meet the skies
of Acheron, and will I raise the stem ware towards
the cloud, or gossamer’s of preferred Fostoria, to the
window glass, to auras of the sun dog, or merrymaking
Fata Morgana, accessions diaphane flower, in lilt bees
of choice.
We were at altitude, dreaming cosmos flowers, cloud seeding,
private flyers of urgent rains volplaning, softly debriefing
slipstreams, sextant ceilings, rhea carols of librettist winds.
Arbitrary clouds of winter goslings, she turned towards
the hymns of swans, the wreaths of snow altered, as her voice
assuaged it’s feathers, ring ouzel the early dawn.
Breathing as white candles the air of first harvest,
sonorous and sensuous merit, appetites of flame, flex towards
the whispers, consommé thirst, her septieme sighs to come.
I have my thoughts of cellaret and Canterbury, carrel
pews of Lyceum and miracles, foyers of Galilee, nights
of peristyles, clerestory suns sprites of solarium.
I have in scyphus, allotted the matter of thirst, I have
by scales of Cottus and Ymir, diminished or demurred,
as black cherries surmise, the gram of sunflowers.
Though beset I reasoned the columbary, to raise the
amber wings from eyrie, leaving feather by mansional,
for the staterooms of common sky, palatial homilies idyllic,
in oratories wherein reason, time.
Heavy weights of bountiful, Maeccenas the dowers
shoulders, full pearl of the ocean which breaks the
heart, sands of tergiversate, tears of bitter, gavelkind.
Boroughs English, the shift of songs detritus, once
serenades bequeath the almoner of diamonds, recitations
circumspect of armatures, held fairway the worsted wind.
Willow May where I repatriate, this body handsel
in fairing yields, cession trouvaille the sighs of forfeiture,
as variegates of procurement succumb, if passions trundle,
turn the drowning stone.
Complaints are raising tiara, in the fenland and the swale,
clear and vascular rivers, becoming the dearth of eaves trough,
the deep chalice of sweet water, can not meet it’s lover Thalassa,
nor oxbow tarn, the sorrows of standing rain, such as tuck to
salt, firth or kyle.
The naris pollen bronchus, hot winds through the spilehole,
virgin seed of mirish, kiln the winds of burning peat, furrows
of topiaries and cloud forests, the rose head heat of gargoyles,
subvert to main, the offspring of the sepals, tracheal skies by vent
Adranus, our peopling gods, of fire and furnace.
I watched her picking silver flowers, in staccato fluttering
of butterfly light. In the flow of her dress danced pewter
shadows, lengths of long grasses, exchanges of hibiscus flowers.
How beloved her face of transitions, tress like ringlets of
chiaroscuro, in the angles of illusions, her mid morning
summons, how near I fell, in wilder pledges of covet.
She was touched by the day, every subtenant of nature,
ambrosia fields of tertiary sun, desired her proximities, as
if imprudent, were the impetus of nettles.
I left sorties of my idle heart, gathering at her hips,
turning my throat to feel the thorn, roses of saber crying,
and though the fountain be ample, the leafing wish was dry.
Villanelle, squids within poet’s pen, nib of sepia joubini,
in virelay of theatrecraft, chanson torque of roundelay
or sloka, tragic flaw of Melpomene.
The spieler and the buskin of silent fauteuil, prompt
palace above the fly floors, Sapphic odes to the rubies
of balada, or lyre of Pyrenees, the deathless song.
Feminine caesura, revenues of sullen verse, lead
elsewhere barbarians from the bucolic, nightingales
of Castilian Spring, triplet stars of Apollo Musagetes.
She was an opaque book, with white cover, depressions
her illusive fonts, though I read often, the artificial ends,
her confederations were as a bar of harassed wood, through
the iron bends, of her kitchen doors.
Plaint butter placed tabletop, her unstructured disposition,
ecru forbidden, in her suppositions of morning light,
perhaps a quantity of marmalade, the last ghosts of gin,
might marigold imperial, her demeanor.
I recall her robe, as a tablecloth, guardian of eminence,
No, indenting center, her brass buttons of precipice,
sutures struggling in ceremonies of single thread, rebuttals
of repertoire, transfiguring her surface.
Submersible narratives, bleaching foresight, leaving
contrarians of black names, in sub-sets of Times
Roman, to perse her parchment cutscenes, of scissor
dolls, in lines codifying, quandaries and provocations.
There is an illusion I feel as loneliness, it was never
the umbrage of Cisero, or all the grain fields gone by
carriage ruts, nor arbitrary hand of last remains, it is
an entity I am sensing, some nameless grief of universe,
we feel as silence, espoused to those of empathy.
Something forlorn in rifts of stone, when iron families
fractured, all to uncounted orbits, fractions engulfing
increasing widths from hearth belonging, in homeless
journeys of arbitrary space, soundless gypsum involucre,
wardens of the indigo, frieze of summations, the voiceless
children, were nothing merge of grace.
Diminutives self reliant, triumph through the custom
forests of bonsai, the trifling giants which strive to reduce
powerful and efficient hosts.
In epilogues of profane dreams, animations of marble
became limber, as wardens of enigma, unction deliberate,
inhibitors forcible, over the midgets of juniper.
Minutiae de nurture fraught, the meager frogs in license
of humanities, soils redacted from the Fukien tea tree, birth
blood that bell cruel misnomers, impede the saplings sweet.
Fragrant was the scent of rubicon, as I trend throughh
pratfalls, large leaves of spigot squash, companionway
if boundaries surmount, the scalar of small, yellow flowers.
Lighter air of elixir pipetting, summer’s foliage humid steep,
simple quintessence of the suns decoction elicitory, perfume,
the vines of marabout aspirant, in fellowships of honey sweet.
Jovial the fraternal matriarch of the carnival bees, I,
in the mercies of courtesy, gather high tea for revelries of
reception, well met the stipends! Comities of gracious earth,
as the red eft in bract, offers simpler errands, per cordial sharing.
More often I recall, the nurses of viragos, have made
housewife's of the vivacious winds, gelding mistrals if by
dames of garnets, offending brusk breezes, or the drakes of
boast, succumb the gusts of boar, as satyrs reach, for
cockerel’s shifts of shoulders.
Nocturnal oaks should not ballyhoo, truss or breech,
the shuttered windows of hoyden, nor tom by knuckles, the
forearm nightgowns or curtains of petticoats, if by latches the
night glass sleeps, less the jade leaf of morning, ilk fast the
ladies minx, to prune the errors of forecasts insistent,
fortuitous recitals, culling.
Thrust quickly, for it is seen coming, jaspe or macular
the deceptive externals of the anvil cloud, iron through
the specter of skin color, slate gray gone to ground.
Expulsion of angry rivers, dematerializing, fugitives of
to and fro rain, sent away in evanescence on going, horizon
will fill the heft up, to cloy again, at pour or seeping.
Rituals and habits of griseous vapor, grief the fulvous
edge, ferruginous din that rim the downpour, gusts of air
bringing wrath to water, warn the caveat of the friars!
For fervent the ladies, trough in wrath, ire’s animus of
subjugated depictions, wraith be welter, muscular delusion,
for the hammer of the womb, is sacred alter, even God
abide, sought permission!
Tardigrade her sauntering gait, detaining wills of
hysteresis, I sight beside her sighs of transit, or cite the
grants that ratify, light conduct of passing tears.
I came upon her portico, in her aisle just beyond
the storms, to form the Chunnel papers, or ingress poems
of aqueducts, rote to waters of the cross.
Yet I fell to froth, in preambles of gray silience, dim
penetrations of osmosis waves, through conduits of simple
loitering, quotes of loggia, her gallery seas before.
Wafer thin, were the blue skies of our guardians,
billowing our edifices, beneath statuesque clouds,
beautiful Atticism’s winsome in dreaming, ornaments
of Augustan trim.
Adoring walks on pace of bedizen, broderie anglaise,
ormolu the gentlest eyes, in homilies soft pairing’s,
facial expressions as equivalent, as the gauge of wreaths,
our heels trope, Valentine.
And every spice of saffron skin, such stains should seep
through lace, or place by touch the lateral pigment’s, of
triad willows in sways of hue, forlorn the sullen culling,
yesterday’s of merit, Eros for err of ides.
The rains in garden rest, menhir the ewe lambs of memory,
lament the storms, lady of hetaira, dame feathers oftentimes
dove, churchyards of wild-fowling.
Spring bluets in the spokeshave, the weight of hands that
groom the grasses, morning that was yesterday, burns before
the olive branch, spacious fires of mourning.
We were flower sellers, in the warm dew of four-o-clocks.
priors once, the thrifts of teasel, sepals varied in summations
of undergrowth, long ago the hours buried.
There were stipulations in Meredith’s proviso, the
apron stage and the dressing room, touch only by
palliatives, tableau curtains her thrust velvets demarcated
my mezzanine within her royal box, such was the
Odeon, of her Elizabethan theatre.
I slipped upon the minor role, the camomile base of
of her pink roses, a Pantalone of thirst never proximate
her drinking vase long enough, her jejune premieres of order.
She kept a wigmaker for every act of heart, for sampling
admissions she disguised, I was fleet to claque, the
subtle ardor, of her petal soft terpsichorean.
Mistimes, the quick successions in customs anachronistic,
such dispositions of the sun wrongly dated, or common hands
intrude to steady stirring, the literal flames of persistent
August, paucity’s sporadic burning.
Shelves of the nightjars, I pigeonhole by morning, the
clearing fields of suitable moth, I discontinue from such habits
accomplished in false light, incandescence I gyre yearning,
my myrtle between the candles, never morning.
Fete of face, if the partridge feather of salute lady,
doff one’s hat, forlorn syllabus’s prostrate through the
borek shirt, arms in tender loss of chivalry.
Leaders in the inaugurals of dance reconnoiter,
matriarch’s floss of materials, as graylings in turncoat
of shadows, flock beneath the balustrade.
First dénouements that fail upon the staircases, offspring
child of the heels, inherent the waltz’s of accession,
from prequel the families of descent, tears in the
hinderance, foremost tassels of loves lost consent.
Sight by daybreak is haltingly uneven, steeple rota beyond
the fortnight, the transfigurations of morning,
wherein the roving light, offered it’s immutable mercy.
What once the Taylor’s assembled, in the metamorphosis
of wavering moons, every protean of innovating touch,
steadies the lose of sempiternal alters, as my grief before
oscillating phases, suffers the tradable mercies, the
heart converts.
If the transitory hour, Gris to grieve the breeches of hope
remodeled, wherein subvert the catalyst of navy skies,
Alchemists of indigo. bowdlerize, faith by trades, in
those changelings I have tempered in leisurely confusion,
my meager aggregates, of woman and child.
Luthier’s child, grains fraying paternal wood,
wainwright purposes the strings of files, disregard
the worm cedar, that perforate dissonant choirs.
Persimmons spoiled, for cheap side of time, festive
ferment the joy of insects, there the vagus nerve of
dragonflies, rummage through the hum of bees.
Mono-floral the Manuka honey, sounders where
the grackles sing sweet, my perse against the raven’s
ear, blueberries bread beside the date, remunerations
I flatten, key for pleats.
Though the waltz of the Chittamwood be frost fellow
this night, crier’s cold the vanguard, the cadences more
proem rigor by the prefix branch, black gloves tiller to the
hours dark timing.
Ascots umbrage royal white silk, largess of purple
polka dots, winter’s starched collar assaying to embellish
the atlas suffering of her delicate face, if the clothes of near by
religion, left the trees of faith forsaken.
Leavened orchids beneath the snow supplant, if willful
come the spring.
Trying to discern the aft idea, the lateral paradigm
in the sidle courses of sideburn thinking, mien jaw
of fitness, fictive jig in some peculiar physique of generic
music, nominal in the long blaspheme, the harl of
historic revelry, where the tales of men compete for flesh,
in endless battlements.
The Peregrine falcons, prey simply for merit meet of
hunger, I seek discernments of Oden’s hammer, the wars
men audition for compost, for reasons I may not morph,
nor key for stone, the mitering comprehension, of curios
which quark through the golden ignitions of logic, or thought
if it loosen it’s robes.
From the quarries of perverse mortar, where the innocence
of order, forms free, should the kindness of purity, sorjoin
find, the ephemeral peace of eons, and reasoned joy liberal,
it’s luminous braise, first of recumbents of motion,
the luxuries of ament emancipation, the agile hope of love.
Kiln to the trust, breathe to be held before the flame,
diminishing both progressive glaze, and cauterize of clay,
that will remain viable, as the bonfires thirst lesser airing,
that shields of Cimmerian or painted face might comply,
these glens of sight their dance.
May every truculent pyre alter to the recess of midnight,
assuming and assembling sparks of intervention, embers
task, or bellows truss of immediate kindling, idle precocious
beside, the thousandth year of coming light.
Silence begat the torches of lucid surrender, brass questions
tarnish through adjusting fingers, raspings of imprint which
are rendered by might, receding in the practice of equilibrium.
The mission of hearts beyond their fright, when the fluent gloss
of sun beckons somber thoughts, taut wreaths of warmer crests,
headdress dreams of soffit materials, yet premise through my pillowcase.
