Poems from Murray Alfredson

​churchyard blackberriesteeth burst purple sweetnessno tiger needed   
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...

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