Eleventh Day (writing workshop)

  •  photo credit: fat dad

    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. 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 A Grammar of Spirits, Keys to the Hoodoo Kingdom, ARCHONIX, NECRONIX, Erzulie of the Deep, The Grimoire of ZAL and co-author of The Infernal Faces of Hekate. AEONIX and Keys to the Voudon Kingdom are forthcoming from zoshouse.com

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