Like this very much, David. All in all the natural and the writing tropes
seem unforced together--esp. the wonderful red over white, white over red
opened a rose...The only line, I think, where this falters a bit is with the
final ref. to the 'archetypal' squirrels that we'd encountered in line one,
and whose presence seems to take away from the precision of the parade of
the wonderful lost souls of quotes, and even "clunks" a bit to the ear.
Replace archetypal? Fine stuff, indeed. Jesse
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1. Some Time Gone
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Date: Fri, 4 Aug 2017 10:46:50 +0100
From: David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Some Time Gone
*For Robin Hamilton*
The squirrels in his beard were sleeping, he hoped.
The night was free of ghosts. Wild metrics roamed
Outside the fence, but surely a caesura, a tranquil
Resolution was here allowed. Red over white,
White over red, a delicate disturbance of syllables
Opened a rose in his hand, allegorical ladders
Climbed past his window, like late summer scents
Carrying sons of Plato. He thought of sharper
Forms, flints, granite, the clear waters of grain.
A dominie thought called him, a hard collar
Nabbing by the neb the dumbheid and stoshy.
Awa' ye bogles, spirits, mistwalkers, ghosts.
Nae archetypal squirrels, lost souls of quotes,
But a drey made still, and the dree told beware.
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