The Fyr Review

In the cool eve she came  ꭫ cared for and calm
Met the earth and lay  ꭫ among the lilies
Near a stream, loved  ꭫ near the living
Living trees, where birds sing  ꭫ their twilight songs
Far from grave walls  ꭫ or grief’s words
Far from the bell tolls  ꭫ on furthest bourn
The world there absorbed  ꭫ her secret wish
In deepest silence  ꭫ nigh the dearth of souls
Whose spirits strayed  ꭫ in hopeless streams
As they who crying  ꭫ crossed their hearts
And turned away  ꭫ their weary tears
So bore she the world  ꭫ bared from the womb
A dark angel of grief  ꭫ too grown to grasp
By a mortal hand  ꭫ now moored in lonely hearth
The burden felt carried  ꭫ to the furthest bourn—
To where the raven seraph waits  ꭫ in solemn watch
A divine guardian  ꭫ from direst loving God
To tend the lilied ground  ꭫ and take upon our grief
Our shroud of sorrow  ꭫ shared with absent sound.

©2026 R.A.R. Knight

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The author writes mainly alliterative verse and poems centuries out of date.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 has had poems accepted for publication in journals like Forgotten Ground Regained, the VoegelinView, Reveille Journal, and La Rotonde.

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