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||Edwin Drood's Column
||25 December 2012
|Edwin is on Christmas leave, and wishes you all a good one. So without further ado,|
here is another poem by Hugh Featherstone.
|From Arcadia to Academe
Beware of those who mean well
among the many who would dry your tears
For some of them will tell you
what you climbed was but the shadow of a mountain
what you saw there, mere photography
and what you heard, deceptive echoes only
of your own heart's yearning murmur
Where love is the reflection of our need
there faith becomes a brittle-shelled veneer
and angels, drear invention, canvas mockeries
of paint and string upon these hollow altars
God: the sum of all our guilt and fears
So, lest you clog your veins with silt
shun such remedies as the dreamless sell
which turn to ashes on the tongue or dull your brilliant years
and as you tilt that giddy Conga with your intellectual peers
deep through the vale of ink where men of reason dwell
Among the many who would dry your tears
beware of those who mean well
From Bird under water, a selection of poems by Hugh Featherstone
© Hugh Featherstone
Another poem from this selection will appear next time the Drood's away.
The Bird under water homepage includes a foreword by Hugh Featherstone
and a linked list of the poems as they appear.
If you were hoping to find something more festive on this page,
try The Cheshire Cat Blog for some Yuletide after-glow.
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