Anon
Anonymous plays his outstanding tunes
outside the concert hall
unencumbered by laurel or crown
anonymous beauty grows enrapt on the green
christening the field Elysian
satyrs, staggered, remark in their dualmind
remembering the vow humane.
For sweet hearts torn and modern minds shredded
in machinelife anonymous donates red blood,
gives higher love where low quotas are imposed.
Unmasked anonymous shocks for a second
then falls in step with timeless custom
close as a guardian angel.
Martin Elder
Mon 6th Aug 2018 09:39
This positively flows off the tongue Adam. I particularly love the word Elysian which rolls off the tongue with such ease.
Oh dear I am getting carries away.
however lovely poem