the sun is sparkling, the rain rumbling, and we badly need some poetry...

Monday, 7 March 2011

Russell Streur - One Poem


Twinned at birth
In the hoof of the mare
We are oak and truth
Beloved and bard

Our’s the blackest art
The ancient sorcery
Come share tonight
My pillow and bed

Breathe into me
And I will sing into you
Black hellabore
Rhyme and bronze. 

Love without cease.
And the old things.