The Fyr Review

This morning’s dawn arose orange and blue
With arbor silhouettes ere sun renewed
A star there sat upon the edge of space
As flocks of ibis flew in silent grace
My coffee and cigarette waft arose
Their silken lines adrift in soft repose
And still the moon there hung in faded view
O’er sweeps of coming light in blending hue

The scene so clear impressed upon my mind
Such beauty does suffer a mortal price
And truest art is ever bound in kind
A fleeting muse of perfect sacrifice.

©2026 R.A.R. Knight

First published in Reveille Journal

R.A.R. Knight

The author writes mainly alliterative verse and poems centuries out of date. You can find him on Substack @traditionalpoet and (active) on X with the handle @trad_poet. He lives in Nth Queensland, Australia. He is a contributing editor at The Fyr Review and has had poems accepted for publication in journals like Forgotten Ground Regained, the VoegelinView, Reveille Journal, and La Rotonde.

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