mark littler

Rustam And Sohrab - Poem by mark littler

warrior kills warrior son
riderless horse on calm field
riderless horse on keen howler
I have no son I am no father

days of this hour
birth and thirteen astrologies

back to the candle lamp princess
her love for the spear and his rider
brass mare
born, not concealed but made female and wanting

man to man he joined a foreign thousand
first under flag

one body is a battle deep
youth in the river
Raven a hunter
Eagle old bones

That is not

Caesar killed for Caesar's ring
blood daughter weak hidden in arms
palms painted with jetta eyes
rouged with a sword for a dress
a love of blue dresses

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 26, 2013

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