March 17, 2015

Silhouettes by Byron Beynon

Often I have seen the dusk arrive
to form silhouettes of those patient hills.
The commune of stained clouds
jogging slowly across
the mid-summer evening
that went by without word,
neither lingered nor waited,
but brought a balanced
meaning to a higher philosophy,
a thought and vivid
image fully developed
on the blotted sky.
Machinery rusting,
stone buildings
open to the indifferent
scales of weather,
the dark invites you in,
fingertips of shade
that vary in tone
throughout the night.
I have heard the owl's voice,
a long cry through
the late hours,
lingering now
with the faithful present,
holding on to a solitary,
memory-possessed beat.





Byron Beynon lives in Wales. His work has appeared in several publications including Poppy Road Review, Kentucky Review, Lummox, The Tower Journal, London Magazine and the human rights anthology In Protest (University of London and Keats House Poets). Collections include Cuffs (Rack Press), The Sundial (Flutter Press) and The Echoing Coastline (Agenda Editions).

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