Gormenghast.A Poem by Ken Simm.A Gothic RomanceRiding a black Heron Cupping the winged air And seeing across setted peaked walls When high skies are still morning lit Such is the rushing light coming it has sound A crepuscular life resonance That sounds like old waves From across the world And the sound of old books speaking to each other In hidden libraries With soot blackened covers silhouette dancing And filigreed torn page shadows Playing literary games whilst inventing words High screaming swift arrowheads are hunting The smaller errant words as they fly Whilst stone dragons in sunlight catch flies And warm cold metallic blood That leaks from ancient bones Leaded windows in ruined architecture open Ivy covered mouths And catch in their lozenge shapes The faint rose light from an ancient sun Iridescent feathers fall Air drowned Onto deaths green waters Green teeth and Weed choked with Marauding silver scintillating shapes Crooked houses and sticklebacked figures Rise with a ghosting smoke And crying mist Into the history of this dying Lovers chant their mysteries And dance a galliard lying in Web stroked beds And old faded flowers A croaked paper voice Sings And love songs write themselves in the air. © 2013 Ken Simm.Author's Note
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StatsAuthorKen Simm.Scotland, United KingdomAbout'I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well. Unfortunately, I am confined to this theme by the narrowness of my experience' Thoreau. For all those who .. more..Writing
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