flutter-rush thrushes

*Ahem* I give you fair warning, this is rather weird. Style-wise, I mean. No matter how weird it sounds, though, the missing articles, conjunctions, and occasional punctuation marks are purposeful and so is the reorganization of adjectives and nouns and things. In other words the twisting of grammatical rules was on purpose! Eh...heh...*shrug* Kind of experimental, I guess, so if it stinks don't... blame me.




I tell you of
flutter-rush thrushes from bramble-torn lands
Briar-scratch etchings, wisdom of stone, marsh-misted air.
New idolatry rent from semblance of rents –
Old joining new in fluttering fear of unknown.

May I tell you of becks, brooks a-trickling, new-worn stair
Stone-carved through ages and toward the lair
Past new-shorn field, bracken, old churchtower bell–
pattern of tales retold.

May I go back, sheltered by thrush bramble-roofs?
Falling a-twisting down side of thatched roof
Vine thorny weaving stone through misted air.

Sharp edges on tall telling towers, slicing glass
Glints to flash warning fair traveller:
grounded beam, fair sentinel of the city.
May I then find thatched roof strange proof
Journeying backward to land?

I tell you of flutter-time millions of dawns
Belated by coming of one.