Sidney Beck Poet Blank verse

Death Has No Dominion

DEATH    HAS    NO    DOMINION


"O my love, my wife!

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath

Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty."


Thy youth and matchless beauty reign supreme

And have not  been  corrupted by death’s hand.

Those yielding  lips,  like cherries from the south,

Still offer seeming   heaven to mine eyes.  

My jealous soul  remarketh   thy coy loss :

I ask is death thy  new true lover now?

Fie!   Keep his courtship at a distance cold !

With  thee,  my love,  forever  would  I  stay  -

And enter death’s  dark temple as a man

Who seeketh  there  his lost and broken heart.

Through yon temple door do I quickly step 

To meet that smile of  thine and never leave.

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Written on   26 July 2011   for   
Wandering  Butterfly’s Contest    “Romeo and Juliet; How tragic is love”

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Cyndi Macmillan July 25, 2011 at 7:32 PM I enjoyed the read, Sydney, and wish you well in the contest! I really liked "coy loss". I personally found it difficult to write 15th century English. But then, it's nice to challenge ourselves, yes? ;-) High Five from Cyndi