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A COSMIC PIETY
By P B Taylor
Mountainous fit red waves
Of silent thought droop die
Blood drips and drains away
Leaving the bosom of my mind
In space and void canyons
Of clouds I see the time fly
To ask and spare us
Red perilous rocks of my mind
Mixture of sweet tenderness
Idling reverence is still there
In that simpering Power greed
Floats a moat of memorable dust
For always I hope to see that
I am still slowly travelling somewhere
Not remaining an insignificant dot
Wheeling the Earth’s soft crust
My thoughts as damp leaves
Whirled away from winter winds
Such roaring lion-like pieces
A cosmic piety blowing loudly
A flowering figure rises up
As that bright winter sun spins
So alone in time and space
I see Snowdrop smiling softly
Her bare rustling reeds sway away
The frozen red river nods at my friend
Sounds and smells like willow boughs
Creaking at our loving lost delicacy
Amersham. July 1973
Phillip Taylor MBE was born in Amersham and educated at London University and the Inns of Court School of Law. His working life was spent, firstly at the BBC in London, in the Ministry of Defence and the Army, and then as a barrister at law and mediator at Lincoln’s Inn after he was called to the Bar.
He was Chairman of the Society of Civil Service Authors Poetry Workshop from 1982 to 1986 and contributed to their annual anthology FOCUS. His poems and short stories have appeared in journals, magazines and newsletters and some have been broadcast by the BBC. He has produced several poetry collections since 1972.
The Poetry Workshop was founded by Bill Barnes in 1970. It was a part of the Society of Civil Service Authors (founded in 1935) which now known as the Society of Civil and Public Service Writers.
A COSMIC PIETY
By P B Taylor
Mountainous fit red waves
Of silent thought droop die
Blood drips and drains away
Leaving the bosom of my mind
In space and void canyons
Of clouds I see the time fly
To ask and spare us
Red perilous rocks of my mind
Mixture of sweet tenderness
Idling reverence is still there
In that simpering Power greed
Floats a moat of memorable dust
For always I hope to see that
I am still slowly travelling somewhere
Not remaining an insignificant dot
Wheeling the Earth’s soft crust
My thoughts as damp leaves
Whirled away from winter winds
Such roaring lion-like pieces
A cosmic piety blowing loudly
A flowering figure rises up
As that bright winter sun spins
So alone in time and space
I see Snowdrop smiling softly
Her bare rustling reeds sway away
The frozen red river nods at my friend
Sounds and smells like willow boughs
Creaking at our loving lost delicacy
Amersham. July 1973
Phillip Taylor MBE was born in Amersham and educated at London University and the Inns of Court School of Law. His working life was spent, firstly at the BBC in London, in the Ministry of Defence and the Army, and then as a barrister at law and mediator at Lincoln’s Inn after he was called to the Bar.
He was Chairman of the Society of Civil Service Authors Poetry Workshop from 1982 to 1986 and contributed to their annual anthology FOCUS. His poems and short stories have appeared in journals, magazines and newsletters and some have been broadcast by the BBC. He has produced several poetry collections since 1972.
The Poetry Workshop was founded by Bill Barnes in 1970. It was a part of the Society of Civil Service Authors (founded in 1935) which now known as the Society of Civil and Public Service Writers.
