Monday, January 08, 2018

New Poetry by William G. Davies Jr.










Winter

The skin
of the river
pools pink
surging into
the stony penumbra
of the Rockville bridge,
its archways
mini-coronations
of water
to a curvature
of the sun.


Christmastide

Cows lie idle
in the field,
their jaws a rhythmic
assembly-line sameness
and breath-exultant brumal
of cold, sweet cud.


- William G. Davies Jr. 2018


William had a small collection published, “Before There Were Bones”, by Prolific Press in 2015. He is currently studying to be a Deacon in the Catholic Church.

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