Poetry: Ode to Gerard Manley Hopkins

I sent nightshade to poison duskwith the embers of a candlestick.And wounded in the darken’d musk,A Nightingale sparked a fragile wick. It rattles eastward through furrowed browsAnd rests in the cracks of gossamer sails.On German soil a mourner’s wailsAre heard amongst the brindled cows. Where time falls blank between the stars,God cracks dusk’s shells withContinue reading “Poetry: Ode to Gerard Manley Hopkins”