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She was born a butcher's daughter, loved by a lawyer, proposed to by a Prince and abducted by an Earl. Novelised biography of Mary Cole.
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Trevalga

 

 

evening sky suspends

the august moon, a bubble

of polished nacre

conflagrant sun capsizes

in spreading tangled

flight of seraph's silken wings

 

 

night air presages

the biting breath of groundfrost

berries bloat with juice

flushed dog-rose sings its swansong

briny wind floats chaff

from sleek and spiky stubble

 

 

deer parade antlers

now the velvet glove is off

rutting and courting

prelude new generations

bone tangles branched bone

with primal ululation

 

 

capillaries fail

tendrils strain their sluggish shoots

cupped acorns harden

browsed by streaking silver form

best culled ripe and tanned

beech mast shells the forest floor

 

 

gull pins salty eye

on aerial dance of swifts

and swallows whose mind

homes on tropic Africa

cradle of mankind

Albion his own again

 

 

day and night make truce

bronze the light and fondant green

rain-stippled winds blow

defiant autumn blazes

anaesthetic June

had not this tingling vibrance!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Comments
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Comment Bubble Tip

Such pristine, mannered

Such pristine, mannered impressions, relayed with such underlying passion. “This tingling vibrance.” A love song for a season. Exquisitely rendered, Rosy. Delightful. Thanks. Mara

Comment Bubble Tip

That's so much appreciated,

That's so much appreciated, Mara. Thank you.

It's quite a good exercise to restrict oneself to Haiku-type
syllables. The compression forces clarity of image although it can be at the expense of rhythm.