The Birth Day Of The Sun: Part 3


   softly       distant


 cry soft ‘n distant rise


life’s dawn murm’ring chorus distant
rise in waves white-gold


seep, sound, to black-fled sky
pale re-birth rings tidal


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th’cold cast of beamed horizon
th’morrow ‘comes today

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straw, rags, ‘n apron bloodied
myriad maidens passed in bringing life
whittled lamb left bale-atop
he’ll add his arms to cradle


glazesome vision
betrothed, b’loved, wished-for child

  [sainted, softful silence]

Silent morning.
Earthly peace.
Servant girl re-swaddles.
A trough, now cleared of water, filled
with cloth ‘n wool ‘n hay.

Clouding o’er in patchwork blue.
A crashing wave of fire crests
the eastmost ends of Iss-Ra-El
and floods the world with dawn.

Sett’ling o’er ‘n int’ th’present,
sending out oblation:
initiate anew, incarnate is
the sun – arisen.

  [sighed silence – soften]

[rustled makeshift manger]

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My name is William Altoft. I’m a writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol, in the UK.


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