Cuckoo's Song Ii Poem by Naveed Khalid

Thus, you have me hear of all eating bagpies
upon the sand dunes,
no dark can e'er illumine that man-in-the-moon
under the hedgerow of a cottage-tree,
at midnight lease hath rent this world
of fealty's Apollo at my door
thy rosemary garden;
of fair weather days in the mellowing spring:
e'ery flower upon a barren heath,
more blessed of ages that are dead in the late evening;
beside the oak, thy most high deserts, ,
away from white swan's ethereal Wing,
where squirrels make hoards in haystack of woods,
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown,
her stumbled feet in nurslings of immortality
of e'ery departed look to my shipwrecked dreams
under the canopy of a hut,
a plumed hat on knees in ruffled feathers,
of eclipsed doom to bloody tyrant time, our little john,
shows not half thy part at Minerva's golden brow.

(C)Naveed Khalid

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