Sunday 15 March 2020

The Ghost & the Rose

She lives
They say
At summit's climb
'Neath the briar
Through the earth-blood jewel
Like shy'el, of robe and palm
Fairest hush
Branch, bracken, breathe
Path and gate of the ways
Lighted white of hallowed hill
In gleam, the hidden forest keep
Thorn upon
Thorn upon
Cathedral seas
Solace and friend
Giving king a countenance
And life a lucid known
Warrior, wife and wielding
Court and thrill of my reign
Wrist, shoulder and hip
Of the pale, dreaming bloom

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