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A Man I Know
This poem, from many years ago, is a fantasy about the liminal stage of a rite of passage. Looking back, I can see Celtic sensibility here that I was previously unaware of.
A Man I Know
A man I know stood beside me.
Looking up at paradise birds
in flight,
he reflected their colours
with steel eyes in blinding
scintillations. Carefully,
he began to speak:
“...
Friday 10th February 2017 12:25 pm
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