A Sunbird: Woodpecker Poem by Naveed Khalid

Samantha's majestic love
keeps me out of bed
but of late, so rich her charms
of wild hunches at Erin's gate,
still wed to my thought her muse
in argument with thee;
but which to mistaken notions
of the mind, first frost
of her falling snow:
beside the oak, some dry leaves of book
in autumn,
heaven hath her golden bough
in the tree, against waded lots
of wonton mire, pays homage
to the setting sun,
of seventy winters have thy November,
in whose footsteps upon the sand dunes
at midnight lease e'ery flower upon
a barren heath, my shipwreck'd dreams
of small minions that arise from
sullen earth at morn, filled with
richly colour'd silver grey angels,
a star-y velorum, guides me my moving
away from yellow-pages of history,
much toil'd by day's labour,
of mud-feet thy iron car
at Matilda's farm,
while musing o'er the dale in silent
hours of soliloquy,
be my only woe this world
that plays a hunch for the parade
under the Archangel's brow.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Monday, January 30,2017.2: 24 PM

Title Revised: A Sunbird: Woodpecker To A Green Grasshopper