Tuesday, October 18, 2011




THE POET


Here, he went under:
the canal swallowing him in one gulp;

wrapped in reeds, the pike nudging him on.

Scots warrior.

...and in Valhalla
the stag Eikthyrnr stands proudly on the hillside waiting;
whilst Valkyries bear flagons of ale  -

never such a home from home!


poet’s funeral
the piper blows a lament
snowdrops’ heads hang

3 comments:

Gwil W said...

Jon,
Romantic pure!

And I like the dot

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It makes the world of difference

best, gwilym

Magyar said...

__As always, John... so well painted. _m

Magyar said...

John...
__I noticed your -elsewhere- haiku post; you, then, may well have recieved your anthology copy.
__You have nice work, therin!

_m