Lucia

Lucia

A Poem by Hoyle Brannacht

 

II

Lady Lucia of meyendful face,

how is it you cleave the mist?

Of meyendful show you move towards God

with stopper’s hand,

a gated wrist.

 

OO

Saint Lucia of chastened holls,

attributed two caves.

You forsake suites,

the suitor’s heat:

ignorant of weight.

© 2008 Hoyle Brannacht


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Added on March 12, 2008