Made flesh

“Once below a time, When my pinned-around-the-spirit/ Cut-to-measure flesh”
~ Dylan Thomas ~ “Once below a time”

it must have been those citrus summer bells
summoning brass to timpanic pitch and swell
in two toned beats that set my pulse to play
along with yet another parish church Sunday

spirit flies on sea-thrift carpet mounds
where low slung bees steal hallowed honey ground
forage in pink pistils beneath a yellow ageing yew
that kneels and sings Jerusalem to a western wind tattoo

it must have been the wedding airs of happy ever after
seedy rice and something surreptitious in that laughter
tossed bouquets tied loosely with a hidden invitation
ribbon trail pursuit of a honeymoon gestation

sweet swollen appetite for peeled and ill-cut flesh
the greedy gudgeon hooked by beastly bait in mesh
swift from discarnate seas to flounder after birth
a bare boundless soul caught fast 'twixt tears and mirth

Four-line stanzas of rhyming couplets and a late entry for the Toads’ Tuesday Platform

12 thoughts on “Made flesh

    1. Am as pink as those pistils with your very encouraging words – thank you Tish

  1. You really conjured up the feel of the original lines. Wonderful. I’m not understanding the wordpress link mix up. Your comment appears as normal followed by another saying there is a problem. Beyond my Ken!

    1. A hard poet to follow but I like to trace his lines
      [Strange – I click the link and it goes to 404 error having combined our blog adresses – ghost in machine perhaps but only haunting me]

    1. Thank you Rosemary – Emulating the Welsh bard’s lilt as best I can

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