The Hostage

Written by: Jeremy Martin

I dream beyond these battlements 
Of islands in the west 
Beyond the strings and sacraments 
That occupy the rest

My gentle sister, soft and pure 
Admires her silken sleeves 
A subtle breeze begins to stir 
The eucalyptus leaves 

And like the leaves that tremble so 
My mind will dance toward 
A distant archipelago 
Or ships that I may board 

And though the only ship I meet 
Is drawn upon a page,
In books or verses I repeat  
These thoughts I can't assuage 

I dance in sprays of golden flowers 
That sprout along a stream
I walk along the shore for hours 
Til night begins to gleam 

For I'm too young to marry now 
But houses will decree 
I ask the wind to try, somehow, 
to take me to the sea



-For Isaiah Zerbst's 'Edmund Blair Leighton' contest and inspired by his painting with the same title