Look Life! Lovely rising tonight
Living beams sprent late o’er solent space
Sail to open eydors, safe in soul when spent
Apollo’s swelling sweet and golden beats
Swift they fall upon the swale earth.
Raptured to a dusk in reddening dust
Phoebus sister hunts her full paleness hued with gold
And gleam and glittered sheen upon, our green and shaded lips
Low, a somnolent kiss and silence keeps this sacred bliss.
©2026 R.A.R. Knight
Author’s Note:
I have not written any poem for near on two months, but I felt some muse stir when I saw that beautiful moon rise and some feeling came with the light—also the alliterative style was calling me back. Hang rhyme, it whispered, upon a tree, and let the crows eat it.
*eydor is a (coined here) Anglish construction which basically means ‘window’ (eye-door)
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