Ash and Asphodels

by Michael Shindler (July 2019)

 

Goat, Sailor, and Asphodels, John Craxton, 1986

 

 

Ash and asphodels hang in the morning air

And white is the color of my true love’s hair.

 

Above in the high blue sky a black bird flies

And white is the color of my true love’s eyes.

 

All the wild stars off afar last evening glowed

And cold is the wild blood that last evening flowed.

 

All cold are the corners of this now strange land

And cold is the caress of my true love’s hand.

 

 

 

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Michael Shindler is a writer living in Washington, DC. His work has appeared in publications including The American Conservative, The American Spectator, National Review Online, New English Review, University Bookman, and Providence. Follow him on Twitter @MichaelShindler.

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