Monday, November 5, 2012

Three Poems by Anthony Ward

The Browning
What mirth this melancholy brings
With melatonin augmenting tannins
Through verdant serotonin
Shed lachrymosely like upturned flames
Doused by a hibernal ash
Through drawn out darkness
To nourish those new spurts of life.

The Robin

Perching upon the gatepost
Projecting its boastful breast
Appearing ensanguined against
The cold winter flesh
Staking its territory
With melodious triumph
A portrait in prominence
Instilled within your mind
Warming our familiarity
To the dormant chill.

Upon the riparian verge
A stagnant stream settles into itself
Within a glade
Exhibiting nothing but
A sprite of colour
Causing enclosed conferences of precipitation
To disturb the serene harmony of natures psalm.
Anthony tends to fidget with his thoughts in the hope of laying them to rest. He has managed to lay them in a number of literary magazines including Enhance, Drunk Monkeys, Speech Therapy, Turbulence, Underground, The Autumn Sound, Torrid Literature Journal, Jellyfish Whispers, and The Rusty Nail, amongst others.

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