The Stag Upon The Brean Peninsula: Epilogue
I told her of the stag of memory; of th’earth; of private moments lived; of th’night.
I told her of the stag of memory; of th’earth; of private moments lived; of th’night.
With gracile step, agilic poise, ‘n purity he’d leapt from th’dark off to my right-side.
Lapped waves wash, broken-crested – I am young.
T’was o’er ‘n through this coastly scene we traced the tracks of mem’ry.
Your essence, earnestly put forth unto impermanence to weather storms of whetherwhims.
Neurotaclismic chasmmind find pain in memorandemonia
In age-long decades past rises the gilt Zimbabwe sun, the gutt’ral summons resonating – roaring – deep.