Back from my new nephew Inigo's baptism, in beautiful Puerto Rico, in a little Catholic church with a metal roof, and an altar which illustrates the sacred scenes almost entirely by way of pelicans (which sail over the beach there). "The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down."
Seem (who knows) to be done with my 10 yrs of quatrain mining. Feeling of lightness. Hope to find something new & interesting to do now.
Enjoyed today's post by Robert Archambeau, on the Cambridge School poets, reading vs. consuming, etc., the battle of the Brits (similar to many of our clashes by night over here).