what bloody carnage
would love's labour cost but for...

With measured verse, I tried to make you hear
But meter fell to unromantic yards...

I tried to spark the sun at night,
But found the moon a stubborn foe...

Into the ether and into the night
I tried to escape and to make this all right...

If fortune favours multi-rhythm words
By counting syllables amongst its boons...

Tail bent and buckled
Body painted with tyre marks...

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Through the lanes and twixt the groves...

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Marigolds were yours...

I dreamed of wisteria -
she, of jasmine...

I never understood the mess we made,
Nor could I come to terms with all we lost...

spring's bluebells
carpet the...

The moon is out of reach despite my need
to pull it from the space it occupies...