Thursday, 16 July 2020

To WB, 1808: a villanelle



I much admire the words you write
In which you never cease to make
Strong armour for my mental fight

Clouds unfold and doubt takes flight
For green and pleasant England’s sake
I much admire the words you write

If conflict comes by day or night
Along with sleepless sword I’ll take
Strong armour for my mental fight

My golden bow is burning bright
To dreaming time from when I wake
I much admire the words you write

Desiring arrows set in flight
All inspired by what you spake
Strong armour for my mental fight

Your fiery chariot gives me might
To render void tormenting ache
I much admire the words you write
Strong armour for my mental fight

© John Welford

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