Two Poems by Penelope Shuttle
by the hoar rock in the drowned wood* there was once a feasting-cup city pearl and aquamarine of its precincts and palaces sea-green peridot of its square miles but no one knows a way back through time to when Lyonesse was fresh from the hands of its makers No one can bear to think of its libraries given to or snatched up by the … Continue reading Two Poems by Penelope Shuttle