from In Brigantia

from my poetry blog

Coronets For Ghosts

This is the opening page, of the opening poem, from which my forthcoming poetry collection takes its name.

from  In Brigantia Boathouse



She is painted blue and proud

shining bright

in natural fires;

igniting dawns



Sitting by the river,

rounded aesthetics

rolling down a verdigris valley



herons rising

in glacial drifts

over wooden hives



Coins, unearthed in soil

Roman — no hoard,



breathing once more

beneath 

the honeyed son,



placed upon her lintels

for luck



©AndrewJamesMurray

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