This is one of my latest poems oddly like xanadu revealed in a dream
I was actually in the medieval period between ruins and medieval reality witnessing some sort of forgotten crime of passion as it happened
I was actually in the medieval period between ruins and medieval reality witnessing some sort of forgotten crime of passion as it happened
England has lot of ghost couples unhappy in love haunting and haunting
but most you realise are from stories of fiction or tourist traps - no real way to trace the origins of this
but most you realise are from stories of fiction or tourist traps - no real way to trace the origins of this
I live out the past
A sleeping engine in
a shocked blank room
Older than saxons
Older than jutes
Older than older !
The land gives back
Dreary English ghosts
Demonic and inertly
orthodox
Wake a dread height
Travelling aquatint gives us light
Spilling utter twisted dust
Lace, frost and the
same ringing weather from here to there
May day festival and
hobby hob foul
chalk horse chases
down grass giant
this is a complex relationship of
love and place
two of the other
strangers dance
he rejected !
she repelled !
many lives are here
safety in numbers
car drawn farm cart coarse with hanged man
maid in her grave
a romance of the
medieval from beginning to end
tear it up bring
candle to water
