Best Poem of Martin Moore

The Shadow
THE SHADOW

In intimate rings of tongue-tied tales
Through tender bracken stems
The shadow calls, its presence flails
Among such precious gems.
And further still along the dales
Comes to a sudden halt,
It lights a spark that never fails
The dark lord to exalt.
And climbs again through . . .
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The Rock Corpse Of Kilfarrasy
THE ROCK CORPSE OF KILFARRASY

On its broad Atlantic slab, the rock corpse lies
Steadfast, without motion.
Its body cold and drab, the seagull squabble flies
Silhouetted by the ocean.
The morbid ebb and flow reveal its generous girth
And chiselled features
Basking in its velvet glow, reflective of the . . .
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