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psychopomp & circumstance ( ecantsmucric & pompohcysp )
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i’ve seen you since i.c.u
jackdaw of this yawning’s walk
caw a morning’s sylphid lea
bobbing in aurora’s mist
pigeon on the garden fence
chatterings of chaffinches
swishing swifts once camlann snatched
bouncing black like arthur’s chough
roundabouts & owl again
signets sing of saturn’s rings
as a hatchling winter wren
struts the stuff of pheasant legs
warble with the choral calls
chuckles under second suns
flapping neath the even’s eves
curlew as the curfew flags
lapwing laughing overhead
sights in flight for sleepless eyes
‘pon a roving afternoon’s
feathered haze of yester-daze
nightingale of waxing moons
speckled sparrow shadow man
psychopomp & circumstance
nimble winged since breath bent left
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( author notes )
according to some cornish variations of the arthurian legends
( i am ) arthur, king of the britons
became a red-billed chough after the battle of camlann went a bit pear shaped
p.s
the title / line 23 is just a shit elgar pun
… so there …
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resarf poetry 