brevitas

Gothic

Of crucifix, in pride of place,
Of stainéd glass, and greying stone,
Of autumn wind, and white pall-lace.
Oh, to be here, and be alone.

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What riches lie beyond the veil,
When hands grow cold, and skin grows pale?
The only wealth that follows you
Is a heart, happy, free and true.

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A Hillscape

Swifts array
In sleek diplay
O'er shaded halls,
Arboreal.

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For Adrian

For admonition, tender-wrought,
For never-tiring heed,
For mindful help whenever sought;
My best wishes indeed.

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mare nostrum

A quiet, Cornish country walk
To a tumbled Caerhay broch.
Three windows overlook the sea
And, lo' and behold, verse fails me.

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Moonstruck

Serene, the forest resonates;
silva silver-starred.
Selene, the argent moon, she waits,
Distant, cold, and hard.