Eleventh Day (writing workshop)

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    Parchment leaves curled
    in regiments
    Await a Kaiser’s reach,
    Ignore the feet of children
    Kicking into oblivion
    Their warlord,
    London-bred natures.

    Where the boys tread
    An eddy born of cobweb wind
    Raises the elementals
    Brings faeries from their woodland beds
    To fling secret, invisible threads
    Of wild-eyed enchantments,
    Hope and featherd flight.

    The light flickers
    In Florence’s battlefield lamp,
    Honoured in stone
    Amongst the Field Marshalls
    She is prone to gaze
    To Green Park,
    To offer a kindness of home
    To the lonely soldiers
    Who have known only
    The blown-apart tragedy,
    Enacted endlessly, clearly,

    Until this
    Eleventh day
    Of the eleventh month
    When a child kicks leaves

    Calling unknown

    To angels of tattered peace.

    January 23rd, 2008 | admin | No Comments | Tags: ,

About The Author

Sean Woodward is a British artist, writer and musician who stands at the crossroads between technology and the arts, between the supernatural and the mundane, the light and the dark. His art is collected internationally and his essays, fiction and poetry have been published in a number of international publications. He is the author of Keys to the Hoodoo Kingdom, Erzulie of the Deep, The Grimoire of ZAL and co-author of The Infernal Faces of Hekate. Vudutronix: Selected Art, Essays & Lectures, Archonix: The Chronicles of Leng and Keys to the Inner Kingdom are forthcoming.

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