JUMP TO
We have ached for his migratory call
as for a creaking hinge of geese
oiling windowless skies;
with all the resurrected prowess
of Titanic he returns,
glory of Mourne’s peaked mists
the miasma of sails on his
South China sloop,
scent of frangipani feathering
his breast-stroke wake.
With dragon-fire heart and
mind the maths of pyramids,
Jove’s laughter gongs his words
while wit of sharp Ulysses
helium-fills his heels:
Jack Flash jumps back…
Sheila
Hugs, Diana...
the miasma of sails on his
South China sloop,
something grand happening here, Kate! You go from strength to strength, from peak to peak. And how you went from here to there, I'll never know! getting help from above in your poetic journey, I think. :-)
Ron
Blessings,
Christine
GREAT KATE
THANK YOU
john
Regis
w-oh! Jack Clash is a bash bash bash!
Lady Mary Ann
Peace is a plosive followed by a liquid followed by a sibilant... thankfully it is also, so much more... make it so much more...
Roger