Darkness
DARKNESS
When first I considered penning a verse for the poetess,
The clouds methought would open and show riches,
Would say to me happiness be thine,
Verily thou shalt be free and fine,
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
‘Twill be easier than a courtier’s dance.
But forsooth what manner of poetess is here all the while?
Decorated but exceeding sad in her style.
Oh, for her the dawn is broken - but dying,
Bleeding its red sunblood across the land crying.
Forlorn, she is a sight sadder than death
For ‘tis dawn and the start of all life and breath.
Yet she dwelleth in darkness.
Yea verily, would I had not seen this vision of starkness!
Were I to write a line for her darkened planet
My heart would fain deny it.
Yet I dare not. Mayhap ‘twere true, for consider this madness –
At sea a deep chasm of sadness
Is shewn in her verse of bones
Wherein lieth no living mortal from the Whaler’s Tale
Save that he lieth in the locker of Davy Jones
Down i’ th’ deeps beneath the whale’s tail.
On land she findeth yon dragon at his merry work this day,
Who doth lay him down to prey
On some foolish mortal, some wandering minstrel bard
Such as me. ‘Od’s truth, ‘tis full hard !
So ‘tis time to do’t....hell is murky...fie, fie !
But soft, I take courage - do I.
And bold speak to mine own self - let me think.....
A poet and afeared? What need I but quill and ink?
I’ll her poems read with full intent
To have written a verse myself and in competition have it sent.
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Written 5 July 2013 and entered in Poetessdarkly competition
Note
References are made to three poems, WHALER’S TALE,
BREAK OF DAWN, and A DRAGON’S PRAYER.
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