Garry Stanton

Rookie - 71 Points (March 16,1964 / Edinburgh, Scotland)

Loch Ordie - Poem by Garry Stanton

She is whirls, of
argent and raven,
she is pools of
unbroken eternity,

where jagged pike,
honed abyssal arrows,
blank space.
Here is
Stygian subterfuge, an
onyx underworld, as

midnight anglers (from another world)
attempt to pierce the
primeval meniscus. It is
their calling
from the cave.

O, She is Female! , moulding
herself into lichened glacial
and insisting upon the
inundation of the
aisles- intellectual
inside this Man-poet.
she is, but deceptive: Muse-elemental.

October moon, lighted within by
blushing Tranquility, illuminates
tiny tragedies below, as forces
snagging on lines the necks of men,
dragged, snagged, under, as

trout gallop
across seething surfaces,
in their flight across
harrowed by ancient fear,
reaching far beyond

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  • Danny Reynolds (10/10/2008 8:44:00 AM)

    Much to ponder on, before that final revelation.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 10, 2008

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