Asking/Begging
As with those others, I’ll not help you.
Tag: Poetry
Postcard Poetry
The stained-glass panes, that stretched to reach the heavens, shone.
A Sonnet To York’s Grand Cathedral
Sunfire shines glist’ning through the scriptured glass to light the southern rose ‘n Yorkshire’s heart!
Amidst Amongst Around The North York Moors
A bird of prey, at hov’ring height, doth herald.
A Scene I Seen By Th’River
The sunfire breaks the emptied cloud to strike upon the waters.
On King Street
The Trow’s resuscitated – see the blackwhite gable draped along in hanging baskets.
william altoft 