A Flow’r Upon A Grave

O, that this earth, which keeps the world in awe

and rests beside the Avon – spirited –

should dance through sinew-spilled ink ne’er more,

nor track the rhythms it inspired…

Shape ‘n send forw’d the currents riv’ring by!

With your time-warped scraps the bed doth lie

suffused! Anew’s the influence – in flux –

with each cascade of spring to inundate

th’fields! E’er fallow lies our linguistic muck;

t’you may yet it turn for cultivation.

Star-fire across the firmament! Its place?

Lighting up the way for the rising sun.

Four hundred years… aft’ all this stretch of time

your quill, once dipped in potted-ink, moves mine.

My name is William Altoft. I’m a writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol, in the UK.
WordPress: https://williamaltoft.blog/
Instagram: instagram.com/williamaltoft/

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