It Was Her Poetry Seduced Me

When Thor struck his hammer upon the flat ground on Earth it was the pieces withstood the blow we named rock, constructs we came to know as the mountains. Even before that time I crossed my fingers wished I'd one day experience ...you. I knew you before heavenly purity grew wings before angels blessed hearts invoking what we now know as love for our brethren . I held you in the sphere of my understanding as the lover I'd never meet but always carry in the most cherished of my thoughts. When Zeus handed me his quill and inkwell I knew I would only use his gift for my inspired notes to you. Though I was not blessed a poets words like Robert Browning he who took Elizabeth Barrett into his heart from the first time he read her so I did with you. Only laid blood on parchment to declare the love you inspired in me. Like a schoolboy's first kiss was the day my eyes embraced the body of your work. Before the first pine broke the ground, the first lark sang, the first orchards rare enchanted the rainforests. Before the first chameleon blended into the multicoloured break of dawn. Before infinite rows of wheat invitingly waved from the fields to greet Hera. Before liquid rose to separate into creeks, swamps, rivers, lakes with fish of all kinds wasn't it me who rode the first seahorse just to make you smile. Anything, all... possible with the swirl of a letter the turn of a word. I found an immense love tracking the shores of your fine poetry always a chill that ran up my back. No one. No one! Only you. Your fine talent, gifted, honed perfected...flaws and all... moulds sculpts, breathes life into ordinary words, creates poetry owns me. September 26 2016 MY