eclipse Posted November 24, 2011 Share Posted November 24, 2011 Ghostly George Jones searches eternally for an anvil- an owl passes sleeping ponys, clutching its kill; owlets hunger is satisfied. A blacksmith watches pony's wake, his muse is fed and frustrated since shoes he cannot make, for in life and death, George Jones is no match for the intricacy of nature's anvil and vision of her watch. a Kingfisher beholds it's own reflection hovering for prey Exmoor sees it's beauty mirrored in a child's eyes watching the bird's display on the Exmoor plains a stag sheds it's antlers beneath a sky of red an artist completes a carving his creative impulse now cathartic and dead the roots of newly created antlers are untouched by any wind holding antlers new ideas start to form within an artists mind does the heath frittary butterfly ever settle in the coastal woodlands? did Samuel Taylor Coleridge's muse ever obey his visionary demands? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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