The Coffin Clock: A Poem

War and then some

Ask Flash Battery image by Joe Haput CC BY

The Coffin Clock

by Simon Pole

In the purple glade I glide, and they fly
The rare torchbugs by my side, by and by,
And my scabbard, gold-engraved, swinging clanks
Against my mount’s surging and straining flanks.

Now the race, through the trees, a moment’s peace,
Adorned with tassels and the woven rose,
Flutter the birds…