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the madrigal, volume iii.v
For Stan
by bernard pearson
Where are the invectives
Now? The howl
That smote modernity,
The growl that scorned
Such certainty,
Where are those lupine
Sheaths from which
The arrows that were
Your eyes shone,
As if down from Mount Olympus?
You bit the mortal world of man
But often didn’t like its taste
You loved like a lion,
In sunless places
Where your wounded soul
Had bled for so long.
I feel your departure
Onto another station,
Leaving the platform,
Touched by the steam
Of a star.
BERNARD PEARSON: His work appears in over sixty publications, including; Aesthetica Magazine , The Edinburgh Review, Crossways, In 2017 a selection of his poetry ‘In Free Fall’ was published by Leaf by Leaf Press. In 2019 he won second prize in The Aurora Prize for Writing for his poem Manor Farm