Two Selections from R L Swihart's New Poetry Book @ Amazon: Woodhenge


From Old Poems:


WOODHENGE
 
Boys amid timothy. All morning shovels bite
the turf to form a rough circle of a ditch

Instead of greywethers wood scraps are dragged
to the fence between yard and field

A dead crow, five fake arrowheads and a jackknife
find new life in a shallow grave

The departing sun slants through
a makeshift door 
 


From New Poems:

 LIMERICK
 
Last breakfast: at the door of the orange cow. Caps and scones 
 
She argued against the young man behind the counter, I donned wig
and gown and devilled to commute his sentence

Four swans along the old wall (Strand side), heads drowning for food;
nest-suggesting strokes of green 

On the other side (above high water), Emer's monster line:
IT WILL RISE WITH THE MOON 
 
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