David Karlsen
@vonkarlsen.bsky.social
Prose writer and poet. BA (Hons) Humanities, Literature. Non-binary. Interests: The Arts, Natural History, Geology. Vegan. Francophile. X 🌈🏴 🇪🇺
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@vonkarlsen.bsky.social
· Jan 3
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Pollard
breaking bounds
under
a blue grey sky
I used to swing
on a branch
no longer existing
burnt as logs
on a wood stove
logs had to be dried
out devoid of sap
nowadays we burn
nothing but solar energy
#poetry
breaking bounds
under
a blue grey sky
I used to swing
on a branch
no longer existing
burnt as logs
on a wood stove
logs had to be dried
out devoid of sap
nowadays we burn
nothing but solar energy
#poetry
December 5, 2025 at 9:16 PM
Pollard
breaking bounds
under
a blue grey sky
I used to swing
on a branch
no longer existing
burnt as logs
on a wood stove
logs had to be dried
out devoid of sap
nowadays we burn
nothing but solar energy
#poetry
breaking bounds
under
a blue grey sky
I used to swing
on a branch
no longer existing
burnt as logs
on a wood stove
logs had to be dried
out devoid of sap
nowadays we burn
nothing but solar energy
#poetry
On Sleep and Insects
how easily the castle
takes on silhouette
when sun is dropping fast
and a long scarf of cloud
draws into darkening blue
the world will be alone
again
when we're all in our beds
leaving me to wonder
as I always do
how long does an ant
or any other insect sleep?
#poetry
how easily the castle
takes on silhouette
when sun is dropping fast
and a long scarf of cloud
draws into darkening blue
the world will be alone
again
when we're all in our beds
leaving me to wonder
as I always do
how long does an ant
or any other insect sleep?
#poetry
December 5, 2025 at 7:21 PM
On Sleep and Insects
how easily the castle
takes on silhouette
when sun is dropping fast
and a long scarf of cloud
draws into darkening blue
the world will be alone
again
when we're all in our beds
leaving me to wonder
as I always do
how long does an ant
or any other insect sleep?
#poetry
how easily the castle
takes on silhouette
when sun is dropping fast
and a long scarf of cloud
draws into darkening blue
the world will be alone
again
when we're all in our beds
leaving me to wonder
as I always do
how long does an ant
or any other insect sleep?
#poetry
Feed the Birds
I don't have the equipment
or the eye for photographing
birds
it takes a lot of patience
and small birds move too fast
for words
this little one was sure
we both had brought it food
but ashamed to say today
I took this picture anyway
and in disgust
this robin flew away
#poetry
I don't have the equipment
or the eye for photographing
birds
it takes a lot of patience
and small birds move too fast
for words
this little one was sure
we both had brought it food
but ashamed to say today
I took this picture anyway
and in disgust
this robin flew away
#poetry
December 5, 2025 at 11:32 AM
Feed the Birds
I don't have the equipment
or the eye for photographing
birds
it takes a lot of patience
and small birds move too fast
for words
this little one was sure
we both had brought it food
but ashamed to say today
I took this picture anyway
and in disgust
this robin flew away
#poetry
I don't have the equipment
or the eye for photographing
birds
it takes a lot of patience
and small birds move too fast
for words
this little one was sure
we both had brought it food
but ashamed to say today
I took this picture anyway
and in disgust
this robin flew away
#poetry
Sky Diving
the clouds are sky diving
while castles only have
dead history to remind
us all
those sordid knights
trapped in their armour
useless
lying on spent ground
gone with all that military
milked of its ability
suddenly in a scarlet second
while
the clouds are sky diving
#poetry
the clouds are sky diving
while castles only have
dead history to remind
us all
those sordid knights
trapped in their armour
useless
lying on spent ground
gone with all that military
milked of its ability
suddenly in a scarlet second
while
the clouds are sky diving
#poetry
December 4, 2025 at 7:31 PM
Sky Diving
the clouds are sky diving
while castles only have
dead history to remind
us all
those sordid knights
trapped in their armour
useless
lying on spent ground
gone with all that military
milked of its ability
suddenly in a scarlet second
while
the clouds are sky diving
#poetry
the clouds are sky diving
while castles only have
dead history to remind
us all
those sordid knights
trapped in their armour
useless
lying on spent ground
gone with all that military
milked of its ability
suddenly in a scarlet second
while
the clouds are sky diving
#poetry
Poulenc
walking in a leafless park
Kazu took Danish's hand
Danish withdrew replacing
her hand immediately
asked if Kazu was going to play
piano for them that evening
she was told yes
Kazu was playing
Poulenc's Flute and Piano Sonata
with Laura
how different hand sizes felt
#poetry
walking in a leafless park
Kazu took Danish's hand
Danish withdrew replacing
her hand immediately
asked if Kazu was going to play
piano for them that evening
she was told yes
Kazu was playing
Poulenc's Flute and Piano Sonata
with Laura
how different hand sizes felt
#poetry
December 4, 2025 at 5:27 PM
Poulenc
walking in a leafless park
Kazu took Danish's hand
Danish withdrew replacing
her hand immediately
asked if Kazu was going to play
piano for them that evening
she was told yes
Kazu was playing
Poulenc's Flute and Piano Sonata
with Laura
how different hand sizes felt
#poetry
walking in a leafless park
Kazu took Danish's hand
Danish withdrew replacing
her hand immediately
asked if Kazu was going to play
piano for them that evening
she was told yes
Kazu was playing
Poulenc's Flute and Piano Sonata
with Laura
how different hand sizes felt
#poetry
Sunbather
you're still here taking
on cliff colour lichen
weather wear
sun warmth
some sculpted forms
could be in a gallery
or perhaps
on some city roof
but how fortunate
to have you here
close by
you are a sunbather
sat with us by the sea
#poetry
you're still here taking
on cliff colour lichen
weather wear
sun warmth
some sculpted forms
could be in a gallery
or perhaps
on some city roof
but how fortunate
to have you here
close by
you are a sunbather
sat with us by the sea
#poetry
December 4, 2025 at 1:04 PM
Sunbather
you're still here taking
on cliff colour lichen
weather wear
sun warmth
some sculpted forms
could be in a gallery
or perhaps
on some city roof
but how fortunate
to have you here
close by
you are a sunbather
sat with us by the sea
#poetry
you're still here taking
on cliff colour lichen
weather wear
sun warmth
some sculpted forms
could be in a gallery
or perhaps
on some city roof
but how fortunate
to have you here
close by
you are a sunbather
sat with us by the sea
#poetry
Reposted by David Karlsen
“Selbstbildnis (Self-portrait), 1897” by Paula Modersohn-Becker (German) - Gouache on paper / 1897 - Paula Modersohn-Becker Museum (Bremen, Germany) #WomenInArt #PaulaModersohnBecker #ModersohnBecker #artText #art #BlueskyArt #SelfPortrait #WomensArt #WomanArtist #WomenArtists #PaulaModersohn-Becker
November 30, 2025 at 8:30 AM
“Selbstbildnis (Self-portrait), 1897” by Paula Modersohn-Becker (German) - Gouache on paper / 1897 - Paula Modersohn-Becker Museum (Bremen, Germany) #WomenInArt #PaulaModersohnBecker #ModersohnBecker #artText #art #BlueskyArt #SelfPortrait #WomensArt #WomanArtist #WomenArtists #PaulaModersohn-Becker
Danish
said she preferred painting
or photograph with barest detail
if land or seascape
first one looked at colours
offered
before unpacking a picture
she was looking at a work
by Kazu foreground a dark
beach cutting away left
horizon a ruler sea imitating
cloud
a long drawn out affair
#poetry
said she preferred painting
or photograph with barest detail
if land or seascape
first one looked at colours
offered
before unpacking a picture
she was looking at a work
by Kazu foreground a dark
beach cutting away left
horizon a ruler sea imitating
cloud
a long drawn out affair
#poetry
December 3, 2025 at 8:36 PM
Danish
said she preferred painting
or photograph with barest detail
if land or seascape
first one looked at colours
offered
before unpacking a picture
she was looking at a work
by Kazu foreground a dark
beach cutting away left
horizon a ruler sea imitating
cloud
a long drawn out affair
#poetry
said she preferred painting
or photograph with barest detail
if land or seascape
first one looked at colours
offered
before unpacking a picture
she was looking at a work
by Kazu foreground a dark
beach cutting away left
horizon a ruler sea imitating
cloud
a long drawn out affair
#poetry
Insomnia
rocks lie mica visible
where sunlight's fingers
still hang on
time passing
through a changing tide
light following heat
as if neither had existed
dark hours wide awake
pitch universal tocsin rung
small hours climbing large
as anxious thought will make
#poetry
rocks lie mica visible
where sunlight's fingers
still hang on
time passing
through a changing tide
light following heat
as if neither had existed
dark hours wide awake
pitch universal tocsin rung
small hours climbing large
as anxious thought will make
#poetry
December 3, 2025 at 4:58 PM
Insomnia
rocks lie mica visible
where sunlight's fingers
still hang on
time passing
through a changing tide
light following heat
as if neither had existed
dark hours wide awake
pitch universal tocsin rung
small hours climbing large
as anxious thought will make
#poetry
rocks lie mica visible
where sunlight's fingers
still hang on
time passing
through a changing tide
light following heat
as if neither had existed
dark hours wide awake
pitch universal tocsin rung
small hours climbing large
as anxious thought will make
#poetry
Stark
and yet so attractive
we found you
against this December
sky of twenty twenty one
who knows where you
stand without a reference
branches forming
a mythology of your own
tall stories
pale blue surrounding
your one single gender
or perhaps you're
male and female
in one single trunk
#poetry
and yet so attractive
we found you
against this December
sky of twenty twenty one
who knows where you
stand without a reference
branches forming
a mythology of your own
tall stories
pale blue surrounding
your one single gender
or perhaps you're
male and female
in one single trunk
#poetry
December 2, 2025 at 7:33 PM
Stark
and yet so attractive
we found you
against this December
sky of twenty twenty one
who knows where you
stand without a reference
branches forming
a mythology of your own
tall stories
pale blue surrounding
your one single gender
or perhaps you're
male and female
in one single trunk
#poetry
and yet so attractive
we found you
against this December
sky of twenty twenty one
who knows where you
stand without a reference
branches forming
a mythology of your own
tall stories
pale blue surrounding
your one single gender
or perhaps you're
male and female
in one single trunk
#poetry
Anaïs
the sun won't take
away today
there was a given
promise in a dream
I'm tightly held here
by two other
sleeping forms
their smell conjoins
with mine
and other women
that my past has known
are now books all three
of us have loved and read
#poetry
the sun won't take
away today
there was a given
promise in a dream
I'm tightly held here
by two other
sleeping forms
their smell conjoins
with mine
and other women
that my past has known
are now books all three
of us have loved and read
#poetry
December 2, 2025 at 10:58 AM
Anaïs
the sun won't take
away today
there was a given
promise in a dream
I'm tightly held here
by two other
sleeping forms
their smell conjoins
with mine
and other women
that my past has known
are now books all three
of us have loved and read
#poetry
the sun won't take
away today
there was a given
promise in a dream
I'm tightly held here
by two other
sleeping forms
their smell conjoins
with mine
and other women
that my past has known
are now books all three
of us have loved and read
#poetry
Reposted by David Karlsen
“Self Portrait” by Dod Procter (British) - Oil on canvas / c. 1920s - Penlee House Gallery & Museum (Penzance, England) #WomenInArt #DodProcter #Procter #PenleeHouse #WomanArtist #WomenArtists #art #artText #artwork #BlueskyArt #BritishArtist #Penlee #1920s #BritishArt #arte #SelfPortrait #WomensArt
December 1, 2025 at 5:39 PM
“Self Portrait” by Dod Procter (British) - Oil on canvas / c. 1920s - Penlee House Gallery & Museum (Penzance, England) #WomenInArt #DodProcter #Procter #PenleeHouse #WomanArtist #WomenArtists #art #artText #artwork #BlueskyArt #BritishArtist #Penlee #1920s #BritishArt #arte #SelfPortrait #WomensArt
Time
a cold place silent
echo of its loneliness
colder than I can relate
mostly time fled too fast
to think or feel
sometimes time became
a continuum
a perfect clock
non-existant
I'd been looking
at a petulant sky
when sun broke through they were gathered
in white round my bed
#poetry
a cold place silent
echo of its loneliness
colder than I can relate
mostly time fled too fast
to think or feel
sometimes time became
a continuum
a perfect clock
non-existant
I'd been looking
at a petulant sky
when sun broke through they were gathered
in white round my bed
#poetry
December 2, 2025 at 9:12 AM
Time
a cold place silent
echo of its loneliness
colder than I can relate
mostly time fled too fast
to think or feel
sometimes time became
a continuum
a perfect clock
non-existant
I'd been looking
at a petulant sky
when sun broke through they were gathered
in white round my bed
#poetry
a cold place silent
echo of its loneliness
colder than I can relate
mostly time fled too fast
to think or feel
sometimes time became
a continuum
a perfect clock
non-existant
I'd been looking
at a petulant sky
when sun broke through they were gathered
in white round my bed
#poetry
I like a smell of winter
an emptiness of leaves
a year's final chapter
its denouement
like a modern novel's
ending mostly unexpected
closing in mid-air
retrospectively
people spoke
of April showers of flaming June
March winds
wind and water dominated
November as it did today
#poetry
an emptiness of leaves
a year's final chapter
its denouement
like a modern novel's
ending mostly unexpected
closing in mid-air
retrospectively
people spoke
of April showers of flaming June
March winds
wind and water dominated
November as it did today
#poetry
December 1, 2025 at 6:34 PM
I like a smell of winter
an emptiness of leaves
a year's final chapter
its denouement
like a modern novel's
ending mostly unexpected
closing in mid-air
retrospectively
people spoke
of April showers of flaming June
March winds
wind and water dominated
November as it did today
#poetry
an emptiness of leaves
a year's final chapter
its denouement
like a modern novel's
ending mostly unexpected
closing in mid-air
retrospectively
people spoke
of April showers of flaming June
March winds
wind and water dominated
November as it did today
#poetry
In a Favourite Café
from the back of a bentwood chair
I focused
my lens as he came in
it was the same man
from the prom two months earlier
when I was alone
Laura and Kazu were with me
but I was so glad Flavia was there
because Flavia can handle totally
any situation
accepts no opposition
#poetry
from the back of a bentwood chair
I focused
my lens as he came in
it was the same man
from the prom two months earlier
when I was alone
Laura and Kazu were with me
but I was so glad Flavia was there
because Flavia can handle totally
any situation
accepts no opposition
#poetry
December 1, 2025 at 1:26 PM
In a Favourite Café
from the back of a bentwood chair
I focused
my lens as he came in
it was the same man
from the prom two months earlier
when I was alone
Laura and Kazu were with me
but I was so glad Flavia was there
because Flavia can handle totally
any situation
accepts no opposition
#poetry
from the back of a bentwood chair
I focused
my lens as he came in
it was the same man
from the prom two months earlier
when I was alone
Laura and Kazu were with me
but I was so glad Flavia was there
because Flavia can handle totally
any situation
accepts no opposition
#poetry
Squirrel
a turn in a fraudulent day
was finding you
both of us unsure
whether to move
your natural freeze on sight of me
my wonder
a fear I'd get not one picture of you
how bad it was
I moved not slow enough
and you were gone
into a protection of survival
here is my memory of you
#poetry
a turn in a fraudulent day
was finding you
both of us unsure
whether to move
your natural freeze on sight of me
my wonder
a fear I'd get not one picture of you
how bad it was
I moved not slow enough
and you were gone
into a protection of survival
here is my memory of you
#poetry
November 30, 2025 at 5:16 PM
Squirrel
a turn in a fraudulent day
was finding you
both of us unsure
whether to move
your natural freeze on sight of me
my wonder
a fear I'd get not one picture of you
how bad it was
I moved not slow enough
and you were gone
into a protection of survival
here is my memory of you
#poetry
a turn in a fraudulent day
was finding you
both of us unsure
whether to move
your natural freeze on sight of me
my wonder
a fear I'd get not one picture of you
how bad it was
I moved not slow enough
and you were gone
into a protection of survival
here is my memory of you
#poetry
Painting Close Up
was like staring down
from a mottled sky
perhaps reflective cloud
calls for forgiveness
an analysis
Laura suggested
any darker mood asks
for symbolism
it's her love of animism
that drives a nervous
tick
it's one aspect
of my love for her
requiring no investigation
#poetry
was like staring down
from a mottled sky
perhaps reflective cloud
calls for forgiveness
an analysis
Laura suggested
any darker mood asks
for symbolism
it's her love of animism
that drives a nervous
tick
it's one aspect
of my love for her
requiring no investigation
#poetry
November 30, 2025 at 1:37 PM
Painting Close Up
was like staring down
from a mottled sky
perhaps reflective cloud
calls for forgiveness
an analysis
Laura suggested
any darker mood asks
for symbolism
it's her love of animism
that drives a nervous
tick
it's one aspect
of my love for her
requiring no investigation
#poetry
was like staring down
from a mottled sky
perhaps reflective cloud
calls for forgiveness
an analysis
Laura suggested
any darker mood asks
for symbolism
it's her love of animism
that drives a nervous
tick
it's one aspect
of my love for her
requiring no investigation
#poetry
Reposted by David Karlsen
“Self Portrait” by Peggy Fitzgerald (British) - Oil on canvas / 1937 - Tullie House Museum and Art Gallery (Carlisle, England) #WomenInArt #PeggyFitzgerald #TullieHouse #SelfPortrait #SelfPortrait #artText #art #BlueskyArt #WomensArt #WomanArtist #WomenArtists #bskyart #TullieHouseMuseum #BritishArt
November 28, 2025 at 12:20 AM
“Self Portrait” by Peggy Fitzgerald (British) - Oil on canvas / 1937 - Tullie House Museum and Art Gallery (Carlisle, England) #WomenInArt #PeggyFitzgerald #TullieHouse #SelfPortrait #SelfPortrait #artText #art #BlueskyArt #WomensArt #WomanArtist #WomenArtists #bskyart #TullieHouseMuseum #BritishArt
Whispers
summer months
we laid
in garden grasses
reading
while Ku cat
stretched and yawned
in November
everything has been indoors
only three
days have we really
seen the sun
but today is blue skied
sun winks
on estuary water
sea whispers
weather changing
will make no promises
#poetry
summer months
we laid
in garden grasses
reading
while Ku cat
stretched and yawned
in November
everything has been indoors
only three
days have we really
seen the sun
but today is blue skied
sun winks
on estuary water
sea whispers
weather changing
will make no promises
#poetry
November 30, 2025 at 9:48 AM
Whispers
summer months
we laid
in garden grasses
reading
while Ku cat
stretched and yawned
in November
everything has been indoors
only three
days have we really
seen the sun
but today is blue skied
sun winks
on estuary water
sea whispers
weather changing
will make no promises
#poetry
summer months
we laid
in garden grasses
reading
while Ku cat
stretched and yawned
in November
everything has been indoors
only three
days have we really
seen the sun
but today is blue skied
sun winks
on estuary water
sea whispers
weather changing
will make no promises
#poetry
November 2022
I took this photo of you all
we'll never meet I couldn't
see your faces on that cold
and windy day
sea looks as if it might
engulf you
an illusory wall of water
friendship is a valuable
thing to hold in your hand's
palm you looked so playful
my figures in a landscape
#poetry
I took this photo of you all
we'll never meet I couldn't
see your faces on that cold
and windy day
sea looks as if it might
engulf you
an illusory wall of water
friendship is a valuable
thing to hold in your hand's
palm you looked so playful
my figures in a landscape
#poetry
November 29, 2025 at 7:43 PM
November 2022
I took this photo of you all
we'll never meet I couldn't
see your faces on that cold
and windy day
sea looks as if it might
engulf you
an illusory wall of water
friendship is a valuable
thing to hold in your hand's
palm you looked so playful
my figures in a landscape
#poetry
I took this photo of you all
we'll never meet I couldn't
see your faces on that cold
and windy day
sea looks as if it might
engulf you
an illusory wall of water
friendship is a valuable
thing to hold in your hand's
palm you looked so playful
my figures in a landscape
#poetry
Fresh Water
avoids green slippery outcrops
pushes aside the sand grains
to shape their own elegance
of pattern
meets and greets
the saline wastes
as if the two were cold
pressed allies liquid lovers
but the sea is an oppressor
where lies the river now?
#poetry
avoids green slippery outcrops
pushes aside the sand grains
to shape their own elegance
of pattern
meets and greets
the saline wastes
as if the two were cold
pressed allies liquid lovers
but the sea is an oppressor
where lies the river now?
#poetry
November 29, 2025 at 5:54 PM
Fresh Water
avoids green slippery outcrops
pushes aside the sand grains
to shape their own elegance
of pattern
meets and greets
the saline wastes
as if the two were cold
pressed allies liquid lovers
but the sea is an oppressor
where lies the river now?
#poetry
avoids green slippery outcrops
pushes aside the sand grains
to shape their own elegance
of pattern
meets and greets
the saline wastes
as if the two were cold
pressed allies liquid lovers
but the sea is an oppressor
where lies the river now?
#poetry
A Lying in State of Sunset
when evening has not settled
light paints colour
on a fleeing tide's
departure
cliffs drop into darkness
leaving as they earlier
arrived
all we can be certain of
is the philosopher's assertion
that there will be constant
change
even if it's daily repetition
#poetry
when evening has not settled
light paints colour
on a fleeing tide's
departure
cliffs drop into darkness
leaving as they earlier
arrived
all we can be certain of
is the philosopher's assertion
that there will be constant
change
even if it's daily repetition
#poetry
November 29, 2025 at 3:04 PM
A Lying in State of Sunset
when evening has not settled
light paints colour
on a fleeing tide's
departure
cliffs drop into darkness
leaving as they earlier
arrived
all we can be certain of
is the philosopher's assertion
that there will be constant
change
even if it's daily repetition
#poetry
when evening has not settled
light paints colour
on a fleeing tide's
departure
cliffs drop into darkness
leaving as they earlier
arrived
all we can be certain of
is the philosopher's assertion
that there will be constant
change
even if it's daily repetition
#poetry
Last Summer
here sometimes
sun crossing torrid
blue
tentatively holding
hands we lay
Laura white
so obvious
protected by a parasol
we swam off summer heat
returning to our
disparate novels
in Flemish Swedish
Japanese
In November lamplight
three women read
asleep
by ten o'clock
#poetry
here sometimes
sun crossing torrid
blue
tentatively holding
hands we lay
Laura white
so obvious
protected by a parasol
we swam off summer heat
returning to our
disparate novels
in Flemish Swedish
Japanese
In November lamplight
three women read
asleep
by ten o'clock
#poetry
November 29, 2025 at 7:39 AM
Last Summer
here sometimes
sun crossing torrid
blue
tentatively holding
hands we lay
Laura white
so obvious
protected by a parasol
we swam off summer heat
returning to our
disparate novels
in Flemish Swedish
Japanese
In November lamplight
three women read
asleep
by ten o'clock
#poetry
here sometimes
sun crossing torrid
blue
tentatively holding
hands we lay
Laura white
so obvious
protected by a parasol
we swam off summer heat
returning to our
disparate novels
in Flemish Swedish
Japanese
In November lamplight
three women read
asleep
by ten o'clock
#poetry
I dream of dark and angry skies
white breakers falling into night
thoughts turn to liquid mountains
in ink stained far out deeps
where no land exists
only salt and wave
a ship's lantern a ghost
travelling silently
on a cruel wilderness
#poetry
white breakers falling into night
thoughts turn to liquid mountains
in ink stained far out deeps
where no land exists
only salt and wave
a ship's lantern a ghost
travelling silently
on a cruel wilderness
#poetry
November 28, 2025 at 9:15 PM
I dream of dark and angry skies
white breakers falling into night
thoughts turn to liquid mountains
in ink stained far out deeps
where no land exists
only salt and wave
a ship's lantern a ghost
travelling silently
on a cruel wilderness
#poetry
white breakers falling into night
thoughts turn to liquid mountains
in ink stained far out deeps
where no land exists
only salt and wave
a ship's lantern a ghost
travelling silently
on a cruel wilderness
#poetry
I've walked this castle
corridors chambers
since it was built
my footfalls silent
as a tomb my stone
edifice protrudes
from a cathedral's roof
erected ten years after
Fitzgerald axed my head
but I don't begrudge
him for his act
how could I
when his favourite
poisoned
him on my account
#poetry
corridors chambers
since it was built
my footfalls silent
as a tomb my stone
edifice protrudes
from a cathedral's roof
erected ten years after
Fitzgerald axed my head
but I don't begrudge
him for his act
how could I
when his favourite
poisoned
him on my account
#poetry
November 28, 2025 at 3:06 PM
I've walked this castle
corridors chambers
since it was built
my footfalls silent
as a tomb my stone
edifice protrudes
from a cathedral's roof
erected ten years after
Fitzgerald axed my head
but I don't begrudge
him for his act
how could I
when his favourite
poisoned
him on my account
#poetry
corridors chambers
since it was built
my footfalls silent
as a tomb my stone
edifice protrudes
from a cathedral's roof
erected ten years after
Fitzgerald axed my head
but I don't begrudge
him for his act
how could I
when his favourite
poisoned
him on my account
#poetry