“New Worlds” by David Pollard

New Worlds

The redwoods lime their twisted rust
near the funereal waters’ greying tides.
The wide winged phoenix climbs beyond its dust,
an eyeing crow upon the wind it rides.

Above the shore’s funereal cobalt tides
of old Atlantic shores by old worlds dying,
an eyeing crow rests on the wind it rides
sounding a strangled caw of new hopes crying

beyond Atlantic shores and old worlds dying.
Tumbling against the air on primavernal wings,
singing a sounding caw of new hopes crying:
high above hollow sea and bark it sings.

Tumbling against the air on primavernal wings,
occulting lights circling the greying slopes,
high notes above the hollow seas it sings
and grants to wave and rain upon the ocean scope,

perceiving lights occulting on the waters’ slope
whilst distant trees still lime their twisted rust
far from the thrust of rain upon the ocean’s hope.
The wide winged phoenix climbs beyond its dust

where distant redwoods lime their twisted rust
near the funereal waters’ greying tides.
The wide winged phoenix climbs beyond its dust,
an eyeing crow upon the wind it rides.

New Worlds is © David Pollard.

David Pollard is a poet and critic. He was born under the bed in 1942 and has been furniture salesman, accountant, TEFL teacher and university lecturer. He got his three degrees from the University of Sussex and has since taught at the universities of Sussex, Essex and the Hebrew University of Jerusalem where he was a Lady Davis Scholar. His interests are in English literature and Modern European Philosophy. He has published The Poetry of Keats: Language and Experience which was his doctoral thesis, A KWIC Concordance to the Harvard Edition of Keats’ Letters, a novel, Nietzsche’s Footfalls, and four volumes of poetry, patricides, Risk of Skin and Self-Portraits (all from Waterloo Press) and bedbound (from Perdika Press). He has also been published in other volumes and in learned journals and poetry magazines. David Pollard’s blog