Bowtie Poem by Naveed Khalid

No needest I in less travelled time,
princely steps heavily weighed down
by my bagpies, of fair weather days
down the lane in amber woods,
a broccoli, beneath the bed of crimson joy,
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown
against the setting sun my shipwrecked dreams,
of way too far a golden clime on top of the tree:
that hides from eternals beside the oak,
e'ery flower upon a barren heath,
heaven-ward bent her night-long love!
so fairly lost scope of untread places far-off,
of fealty's Apollo at my door of rosemary garden,
the Eagle on wings, on wings in deep azure,
still wed to my thought of e'ery departed look;
this world that shows not half thy part,
not least be worthy of thy perusal,
thy iron car at Matilda's farm, of wrinkled lip
in my spilt words upon the sand dunes,
at Christmas eve under the Archangel's brow,
of haystack and straw her stumbled feet,
hung aloft the ghastly night I still behold
o'er the wall on high by two lovers dead,
first frost of falling winter snow, filled with
my sweet-scented letters in yellow-pages of history.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Wednesday, November 09,2016.5: 47 PM

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