Sonnet Ballad Poems | Sonnet Poems About Ballad
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An idiom by which she's always stuck
is 'having one's head buried in a book'
The truth behind it, she was unprepared
that morning as she went to climb the stairs.
Stopping to lift a bottle, bad mistake
especially when one isn't quite awake
her balance gone, could not control herself
now plunging headlong into the book shelf.
Bruised head, bruised knees,bruised pride was quite enough,
thankfully, make-up would disguise the scuffs.
But then she only went and made it worse
by saying that it would make a good verse.
Hopefully next time she will be wiser
and not tell me, but tell 'Trip Advisor'
29th August 2016
With love, Connie, from Viv x
Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2016
One thousand nights I’ve ridden toward the border in the gloom
Upon my stallion, Strident, at a gallop, past the fence.
Yet, never have I left the inner sanctum of this room
For tho’ my horse is willing, t’is I who have no confidence.
Remembering the figure of the woman in the glade
Dressed in robes of silver with embroidery of pearl,
A face of finest porcelain by light of dusk betrayed
That figure was nor woman-- No-- nor ordinary girl!
Me thinks I heard a ditty, in a poem or a song,
That revealed the story of the spectre bedecked in shining clothes,
Which seeks a living soldier, as it simply walks along,
In glowing, dazzling silver from her head-dress to her toes.
And how she charms the soldier, and he follows her, t'is said,
And once he sees her silver face, he’s all but surely dead.
And so I did resist the dream of riding in the gloom
Upon my stallion, Strident, toward the wood and through the glade
To see the shining woman, for I knew t’would be my tomb--
Still I called upon the devil for a bargain to be made.
And the devil, he did answer, and came fast to my rescue
And swore him to protect me from the silver woman’s due.
Thus, this night I’ve saddled Strident and am for the battle dressed
For if I give my life to her, there’ll be no eternal rest.
We should walk in shade and shadow, with her silver robes in train
And walk the glade forever in the sunshine or in rain,
Nought but walk the fields and forests and the meadows and the glen--
As she charms the simple soldiers and the heartiest of men.
So, on my fellow, Strident, as I draw my silver sword
And lay we low this silver dame, but utter not a word!
August 19, 2008
Copyright © Marianne Frederick | Year Posted 2008