bone moon by morgan downie

not unicorn seashores

where through windily

twisting death shall

blow the bones of men


they the flower snap

the rise and the rack

the blew hands of daisies

bones end clean


may rise and down

have and have

they head mad

loud and hammer


the shall sinews of man

run nails  through stars

a shan’t sun of sea

a sink dominion lost


bone moon

with the gone


the idea was to take some well known poems and using only them as a word palette
reconstruct something else.
and then to push the envelope into something else. see here –
morgan downie lives and works in the leafy lushness of central Scotland. His collection stone and sea is available from Calderwood Press. He can be found at his website.

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