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Poem to celebrate St Georges Day!

Poem to celebrate St Georges Day!

A worthy of Christian love and worship

Attar of Roses imbue the air, augur on seraphs gallant wing,

The arrival of an archetypal saint, anoint

Emblazoned bleeding cross of truth: standard parchemin

Winnowing…………….Lambs kin

Suffused and glorious bedecked

Testimony of salvation

On a Stallion, bestride the stars.

Gods breast plate preserves and protects the blest

From poison, crushing and molten fother imprest,

Waxen wounds healing abound, Christs compassion;

………Caressed in the clouds

Betwixt dusk and dawn enshroud

In Heavens sublime sanctifying unction.

Prostrate George

…God doth he laud trust and pray:

‘My nerve sustain, the dragon is slain’

Apostates assembly, fash fare and fie!

……….Astounded be.

The path of righteousness, hewn through his will, behoven

Forsakes not Christ for his own life, avowedly

In his cause to die, martyrdom betoken:

Beheaded he lie, the estate of heaven reclaimed

England’s Saint published and for aye famed.

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Chaucerian roundel poem….. Daffodils

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Aswooning the yellow hue of the daffodil debut
In the hallowed niche of Penrhos grove, bestrewn
The trail, always evergreen and wildly overgrown

The book of nature turns its page: aspring awoo!
All the birds throng in the canopy in mesmeric tune
Aswooning the yellow hue of the daffodil debut!

Spellbound the fierce splendour, light imbues
Familiar boughs: squibs of the rainbow festoon;
Inspirit the air and all who come to commune
Aswooning the yellow hue of the daffodil debut!

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St Andrews Buckland Yew

St Andrews Buckland Yew

St Andrews Buckland Yew

The great yews council of tenants
Where roots divide the depths
Of every generation, a triumphant

Bed that binds mans footprint
In the pastures of time, divining
Heritage by generations that rent

Pockets of time from Gods acre, dividing
Roots that scribe through the terra,
As moving armies through the earth

Creating history within their flanks, era
Upon era mortality serves to clothe the reign
And swell the clod above and fear a

Prison below; the dark faithless abode
Of the Hecate dead, where death and rebirth
Are embodied in the yews heavy ode:

Dryad totem branch that lies next to death
And carries the spirit through the open door
Where earth primordial wraps the girth,

The great trunk thickens evermore,
Like the ever expanding universe,
Where dark conceives the light to fill the core.