That August orange moon
sags above my rooftop
too big for its sky

I’m standing well clear
till someone takes charge

2- The Wisdom of Canute

The persistent wave defies
his command to retreat
It is the correct order of things

The resistant tide presses
forward in certainty
obedient to a greater law

He welcomes the mocking froth
lapping his feet
as his young pup might

this much mastery is enough
despite insistent voices
obsequious urgings of anxious subjects

These do not matter
to this king who knows
wherein lie the limits

of liminal authority

M T Taylor has recently started to submit her work. She draws on everyone and everything… no one is safe. She is to be published in two print anthologies this year.