In this craft


To the “Clown in the Moon” ~ Dylan Thomas

I've wallowed. 
In your wake, raked ashes
Grey and goose winged to a full plumed moon

Towering
Words you honed from old charms
The lapsed scent of sweet raisins in snow

Magical
Melodies you intoned
Singing the sands on that bare foreshore

I have drenched
My ears in your echoes
Clamour of gulls and the sabbath bell