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Tag: Poetry
Egypt & Industry: another sneak; another peak
The walls of mud-made brick that bind and shape the space they share start to compress – contracting in upon themselves; sharp shuddering.
In Café Napolita
Is masked th’moon’s cratered plight beyond the wisp-white atmosphere.
A Sonnet On The Harbourside
Outside, upon the paved ‘n railing-ringed walk – sheltered – way, where Sunday patrons sit, the sun, through th’river’s auld reflection sings on th’wooden slats below the Cascade Steps.
A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Bath-stone built up about the natchrul Avon’s course ‘n curves…
Under The Shelter Of St. Nick’s
The wind-waves ferry only onward th’scents of wawtry wood and th’smells of rainswept stone.
I Wrote A Poem While I Waited Out The Rain
Under the patchwork canopy that catches falling rain…
william altoft 