Five Poems

Hello friends,

Five poems this time. Enjoy! (And if you do, please consider purchasing my new, full-colour 104-page collection The Robots of Babylon — your support would mean a lot to me.)

This first poem is an “aelinscape”, in which a Shakespearean sonnet in iambic pentameter encloses an ottava rima in iambic monometer.

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The next poem is a bilingual palindrome; the first half is in English, the second half Welsh.

FOG OF WAR (Palindrome)

Do fog
Ares’ masonry —
war.
Ores: 
  Sêr o’r awyr nos.
  Amser a gofod....

(The Welsh half translates to:

Stars of the night sky.
Time and space.)

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Finally, three poems about Orion. The first is composed of anagrammed lines. The second is a palindrome. And the third is a perfect anagram of the palindrome.

ORION (Anagrammed Lines)

Belt suns roar or strain. Cedalion holds
a claret star on blind Orion’s shoulders.
Astral blood runs silent, chaos in order,
blurred in shards.... O, soar, constellation!
A nebula rolls in rooted chords — in stars.

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ORION (Palindrome)

We dwarf Orion,
as a trap’s knit elixir;
tall, ebb at sewn-up space:
Rigel’s leg.
I recap: 
Spun, we stab Bellatrix....
I let inks part, 
as a noir of raw dew.

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ORION (Anagram of Palindrome)

Betelgeuse 
will warp
deep spatial fabrics;
pick up its waxen bow, 
in a flex —
as Alnitak 
triples down
to rearrange stars
in a warrior’s belt....