A Weathered Glass
...tribute to the poetry of Dylan Thomas
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The weather'd glass in harbor deep
reflects your eyes long gone from me
and seals your watery grave.
Sea shells sing you now to sleep,
the weeds confess your memory
within the bird-throng'd cove.
On wind-sough'd days your voice I hear,
its roughen'd cadence like a moan
which mocks me with its edge
of unresolved lament and fear;
a shriek, a wail and then its gone
to bottom in the sludge.
My soul bemoans your tragedy,
a life extinguish'd by your hand,
condemn'd to Neptune's lair;
consigned to quiver restlessly,
ne'er again we'll tread the strand,
a misbegotten pair!
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2015
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