Month: Aug 2021

as written by Geoffrey Hill

Hinc vagantur in tenebris misere

Stands of dead walnut; a sense
of assonance; a clipping
of tails. Emblems of ascent,
these Furries, their nails scraping
our polished wood. Here is one
single cry before nightfall:
We shall return as the sun
runs behind the harbour wall.

This pastiche won a competition in the Literary Review, and was published there in Issue 499.