Thursday 28 June 2007

Three by Alan Dunnett

a second day begins
a simple measurement
how many swords
are left
imperative to get back
to the castle no spell
will serve the winter sun
lights carrion
maiden at the high window
kneeling one lord
is master of all
in gold every time else
see children die her love
is outside
north-east possibly
dead some troubadour
takes his chance

too late the bell
a voice
too late
the frozen warrior the broken
helm the heart
beat held
silence then she
forgot the purpose
of prayer

Alan Dunnett, London, UK

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