Monday, January 08, 2018

New Poetry by William G. Davies Jr.


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


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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