where ends eternity?
strawberry gold swings windmill to the dumb;
from the clean side of the hill,
metaphors as still as calm
unrest long gone now Troubadour,
bright as mango, happy as a Lark,
bears child three storeys taller than the Ark;
no spark to flame,
lame god no more now shooting from the hip,
christened by the rose of melancholy Aphrodite;
confetti came with nettles in her hair,
in snare of love too dark to reminisce.
Trafalgar came as square and composite
battened down it\'s hatchlings on a spear of metaphors.
marrowbone, now whiter than the eye,
the gentle flow of morphine through the crumpled wedding dress
are England\'s churches strong enough to sing beyond depressed?
time and tune alone no longer prouder than oppressed;
cold comfort to the feuding twins of Gemini and Bark,
dark veined walls now brighter than a blush
the married Hen hunts heaven in a rush.
a mother to the Autumn leaves that crave her Northern Star,
how far now we
from lightening to the hailstones of the heart?