Ascent Of Sap Poem by Naveed Khalid

While musing o'er the dale at my door
of rosemary garden,
down the lane in amber woods,
first frost of falling winter snow,
cover'd with sheer taut surface, a broccolli,
beneath the bed of crimson joy;
half-way between the carpet upon
her stumbled feet upon the sand dunes:
of wayfarer's clime beside the oak,
some dry leaves of book in autumn
by the western isle in silent hours of soliloquy
against the setting sun in whose age-old love
at Christmas eve in yellow-pages of history,
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown
o'er the wall on high by two lovers dead,
a straw hat on knees in ruffled feathers,
of crowquill thy iron car at matilda's farm,
our little john, in nurslings of immortality,
plays a hunch for the parade under the Archangel's brow,
of clay and wattle-made thistles by thatch-eaves is run,
hung aloft the ghastly night my shipwrecked dreams,
of what to my mind still this world of ages that are dead,
full fathom-five thy battled bones can ne'er illumine
of darkened earth's infernal grove her skin-tight dream,
shook off her head like a soring thumb impression.


(C) Naveed Khalid

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