Four Anagram-Poems

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Four anagram-poems this week. Enjoy! (And if you do, please consider supporting my work by purchasing either The Robots of Babylon or my omnibus edition Knit Ink (and Other Poems).)

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SIR GAWAIN AND THE GREEN KNIGHT (Anagrammed Lines)

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight:
A warning said, the Green Knight
waits there — darkening, hanging.
The reigning king draws a thane.
Gawain, rearing, ends the Knight.
(It knew! — gathers a grinning head....)

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WINTER WAILS (Anagrammed Lines)

Winter wails lavish frost:
Snowfall arrives, with its
faint silver. (Slow wraiths
flow in salt rivers.) What is
final swirls over its thaw.

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EMPTY THEATRE (Anagrammed Lines)

At the empty theatre, I was busy drinking
whiskey by the pint. I made a stranger tut.
He turned away, striking this empty beat —
but I kept rhythm. I was in a tense tragedy,
rethinking ideas better put away; myths
that weary my sun.... I’d kept the rising beat,
by angry muster, and I kept its white heat,
but the needy spirit was taking my heart....

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ATLANTIS WISHED (Shakespearean Anagram-Sonnet, Iambic Dimeter)

Within sad slate,
wind halts a site.
The island waits,
sans tidal white.
Awe hits its land—
At dawn, this isle
tilts wise a hand.
It stands awhile.

In wash, last tide,
the sand it wails.
Wan salt, it hides
its wit and shale.
Its death in laws,
it lies and thaws.