“THE BRIAR SPELL”
- 20th March 2026
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By Seth Finnegan From my steps in the block where I live I saw in the wedge of …
By Seth Finnegan From my steps in the block where I live I saw in the wedge of …
By Seth Finnegan This evening in December, I heard the rich trill Of a soft brown bird beside …
By Seth Finnegan I dip into darkness as a finch Sinks it’s green, gold brow in a Bath …
With every rung, a song was sung In climbing up to Reuben To overcome my fear My …
The moon like a pellet, floats the winter azure, as A queen to this feral, vagrant earth. Pipe …
Rich smoke for the merciful minute Down to the last dark flakes Something awakes to the senses …
Bent briar pipe which holds the flame Charring the rich, brown golden flake I have held you dear …
When my pipe glows red and is warm in my palm, And the storm clouds are muttering …
The pilgrim piper oft alone Bailing out of the world, renews His solace, silent as a stone Lets …
He carves, the craftsman, from a block Of Heath tree briar, shapes the wood Chisels as a craftsman …
Twelve days until the celebrated Twenty fifth, he takes a pipe Let’s tobacco through his fingers Contemplates the …
When they dug him out And raised him up Harold Wilson, pipe in hand Watched how Putin …
Ash white horses rise and drift Wide fenceless spaces In multiple teams Each turns then effaces The …