David Lewis Paget

Silver Star - 3,409 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

At Eaglehawk Neck - Poem by David Lewis Paget

She moves within
The rapid dream
That seeks to spill
Her tangled skein,
And touches others
Barely seen
Who shadow-pass
Another’s pain.

The waters lap
Her anchored feet,
The forests turn her
To the shore,
The whirling tide’s
A skirling scream
That spins her helpless
To the floor.

By some embittered
Her pen describes
The blackest line,
To tear the slender
Thread of night
In some despite
Of Valentine!

24 May 1979

Comments about At Eaglehawk Neck by David Lewis Paget

  • Rookie Chris Blazo (8/17/2012 10:54:00 PM)

    Great words and play. Short but telling. Thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 18, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, November 3, 2008

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