It was in the darkest hour And upon the darkest eve That I heard a maiden weeping And I saw a maiden grieve For the life of her lover Had left him without warning And she lingered there beside him Softly sobbing til the morning And when at last the sun arose And cast its …
Author Archives: Burnell Yow
For Lewis Carroll
surrealist in nonsense As I sat contemplating what goes on inside your heads, my mind began to wander through sheets of unmade beds, Past the carousels of raisin blooms, onward to the queen, far beyond the velvet lace where the nice men all are mean. And on within a child’s last frown, my thoughts did …
She Walks the Heaven-Shadowed Earth
She walks the heaven-shadowed earth, A sheltered child, she clings to the stone hanging from her hard, muscled lung. The luminous soles of her feet seem Neither glad nor weeping as the Laughter gives a belch-like creep. She walks the heaven-shadowed earth, Touched by delighted fingers stroking A breast, a thigh, a lip bruised by …