Poems from Murray Alfredson
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Swansong
Mute swans of Europe, their song is legendary,so rare their voice, when poets sang that singingthey spoke not of the tone nor...
Midnight music
Say not that midnight is the witching houras though midwinter midnight boded ill;graveyards do not yawn here; nor does...
Mason’s garden
Impeccablein placementand in shaping,row on rowof topiaryin greys and reds.
Slim, polished,felspar fleckedthose granite...
I walked the aisle
Week after week I walked the aisleincense breathing at altar kneelingto take Christ's body on tongue laidby hands...