Category: poetry

Driven drowsy by that most sweet indulgence;
Under the glowing canopy, golden as a halo, 
We lay overcome by an indecent beauty.
A perfumed zephyr crept discreetly through our chamber,
Fluttering the veils of vermillion above the heavy damask
And caressing the baroque marble like a dancing innocent;
And wafting on its movement, I thought I could just discern 
The soft beating of the tethered gondolas, 
Gently riding at ease in the plashing night.

© 2019 Paul Carpenter

From Paul’s book ‘The Romancer’

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‘The great snake lies ever half awake,
at the bottom of the pit of the world, curled.’

TS Eliot

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Dancing like an Easter priest,
Hooded in the purple lee,
Proclaiming celestial visions,
To a fathomless sifting sea.
With no memory of membrane,
Cast out from a lost domain,
Feral exile of the fruit tree,
Cursed to earth and marked as Cain.
Freed by Gods damnation,
To skim the rippling air,
Barely touching,
Coiled and twisting,
Like Leonardo hair.
Across the lamenting dune,
A jewelled sword to the burnished crest,
Undulating slyly and swiftly,
The serpent is whispering west.
Under a sweet rising moon,
Softly scarlet above the last hill,
Deep down in elliptical shadows,
The dark angel is blaspheming still.
Flayed without blood in the sloughing,
His last covering is finally shed;
In temptations thrall to a calling,
Transcending the glorious dead.

©2016 Paul Carpenter

Extract from Paul’s books

“The Storm Dove”

and “Homecoming”

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Embroidering on the truth, the mundane becomes an illuminated fable;
An intrigue of complexity without worldly meaning or morality,
Important only for its fine silken threads of beauty,
Gorgeous in that sweet endeavour for a fabulous ideal;
The grail of a pure emotion given sublime expression.
And like the white lilies that garland the soul with their innocent blossom,
These delicate dreams of purity shall entwine about my brief existence;
Precious beyond any wearisome logic or inane reason.

© 2019 Paul Carpenter

Extract from Paul’s book “The Romancer”

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