Leslie Philibert

Bronze Star - 2,826 Points (6th March 1954 / London, England)

Coronach - Poem by Leslie Philibert

Gather the crowberries for this windfeast.

Adorning our cheeks with ochre
we pile together a throne of old rowan.

The staggards behind us;
with warm breath at out napes.
We are as careful as a circle.

So a keening for the wild flightsman,
the hewer of stone, blood-iron hearted,
now dead as a distant star
that points the way of smoke, of fire.

But for the moment the wind resides.

Topic(s) of this poem: nature

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  • (1/24/2016 11:35:00 AM)

    Interesting wording, vague until the final line, then it came together. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 11, 2015

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