Henry
Bellow, snarl and luster
listen to the mighty roar
of crimson green and mellow beam
and crook and flame and muster. We cluster
drawn to creaky oak and misty morn and poplar,
birch and cedar, smell of mead and mighty kings of Tudor.
With tender hook and sneaky nook on boards
of stoutly temper, old embroidered drift
of thread, ethereal chill of ender.
Lord and Sir and minister stir
in air of artful whisper, mure
of heart in boastful court
callow, bard and jester.
Copyright © Jennie Cooper | Year Posted 2020
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