A STRANGER
A blackened cloud-wrapped vaulted sky
save in the east where furnaces
threw shades of thermogenic blush
as constellations float behind
a blackened cloud-wrapped vaulted sky
The stranger stood in wet surtout
no candle burned within his gaze
his back towards the furnaced sky
in mired ruts where carts had passed
the stranger stood in wet surtout.
A mill of aspect undefined
no chink of light was seen within
where cogs and stone were disengaged
the stranger stood in dark before
a mill of aspect undefined.
In need of toil the stranger left
His planned return at break of dawn.
( My own form which I call an Ednet. It consists
of 17 lines in 4 stanzas of 5, 5, 5, and 2 lines. The only other ‘rule‘
being that in the first 3 stanzas line 1 is repeated in line5.)