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Passages and plays Gone now is all reason, as if she needed any more A princess awakens lonely, just like in days of yore Her prince left much earlier, through a gargoyled secret door, Its passage led to lower levels, walls curved round toward Gone now is all reason, as if she needed any more The stable lad followed him, and came back covered in straw No idea how he got there, she turned to face the floor And as her gait grew longer, ghostly figures start to show Gone now is all reason, as if she needed any more, The kids lay in bed ailing, red faces appeared galore Instead of firing the embers, she powdered up her nose Children rolled on hills outside, taking turns as well as goes Gone now is all reason, as if she needed any more The butler cried silently, for he knew each of their flaws As the princess regained her poise, the prince came out all gay Reading the paper smiling, “I see war’s declared today” In the end there is no reason, makes more sense anyway Fresh eggs taste best for breakfast, when the rooster’s on a tray They all sat down and mimed, no one dared give the game away When masquerades seem over, charades are simpler to play By David Kavanagh

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Date: 2/4/2024 2:54:00 PM
wow david you chose an excellent song to go with your deep poem:-) hugs Jan xx
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David Kavanagh
Date: 2/4/2024 3:00:00 PM
Thanks Jan, the strange thing is I find this Annie Lennox cover, brings a whole new level and meaning, to perhaps what is an indecipherable song, cheers David
Date: 1/29/2024 7:17:00 AM
Absolutely elevated when I listened to the track first to get the rhythm and headspace just right. To me it speaks both of our need to think deeply about things and how we shouldn't. To stop and look up can truly be a terrifying thing to do with open eyes. We drift on time like it's an air current and if we focus our eyes it throws the whole thing off balance. Wonderful work David, the music is just magical of course and passes through to the subconscious effortlessly :)
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Date: 1/29/2024 8:53:00 AM
Thanks Dilly, the musical piece evoked the poem, of that much I’m sure, but the poem itself is anyone’s guess as to what the hell is going on, it wrote itself in a cryptic yet simplex manner, and takes us to wherever our subconscious wants to go, I agree to look up and focus on our meaning or meaninglessness can be truly troubling, cheers David
Date: 1/28/2024 6:07:00 PM
Annie does it good, great choice. David is this for the imagination contest, because yours went wild with imagery and gination! A drunken sexual escapade gone awry. Others believe that the title refers to the moment where the protagonist finally let's go of his lover’s memory, and as she becomes ‘a whiter shade of pale’, her death finally sets in
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Date: 1/29/2024 5:38:00 AM
She really does hit all the right notes with her performance covering whiter shade of pale, imo the video brings the classic song to a whole new level, I do like your interpretation of drunken sexual escapade gone wrong, I’d more drug induced ones in mind (powder on nose) and rolling and taking turns, (passing a joint around) it’s a trippy one for sure, but hey this one can take the reader wherever they want to go, nothing is set in stone, cheers David
Date: 1/28/2024 11:07:00 AM
Loved this line: Fresh eggs taste best for breakfast, when the rooster’s on a tray. Such a great line!
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Date: 1/28/2024 11:15:00 AM
Ha I’ll leave that one to the imagination Kim, a lot of twists and turns in this one, makes for a more appetising read, cheers David
Date: 1/28/2024 10:37:00 AM
WOW!!! What a wonderful write/story. Great ending.... Have a wonderful day/week................
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David Kavanagh
Date: 1/28/2024 10:52:00 AM
Heya Paula! Thank you for stopping and commenting on this one, glad you enjoyed, cheers David
Date: 1/28/2024 4:47:00 AM
A masterpiece of a poem David, I sensed an air of Poe, quite dark. Hope your weekend is going well. Tom
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Date: 1/28/2024 6:14:00 AM
High praise Tom! I’m delighted you enjoyed this one, a lot of dark passages and plays going on throughout, Thanks so much for such a kind comment, cheers David
Date: 1/28/2024 4:25:00 AM
Where do I begin to applaud this one, David. Walking through the Gargoyle Door, I think. It foreshadowed the darkness to come. All the way through wake-up time and breakfast as usual, reading the news... as if they cared. Rooster on a tray is part of my fave verse. The music is perfect... adds to the whole ethereal ghostlike vision. I have to fave the whole write. I'm declaring it one of your very best.
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Date: 1/28/2024 4:50:00 AM
Thanks so much Lin I am honestly humbled, with such a comment, this one I just had to write after watching Annie Lennox beautiful version (whiter shade of pale) on a rerun last week, yes lots of darkness going on beyond that gargoyled door, I think most know what it is but would rather not say, although I hope people see deeper into the poem just like you did, thanks again for the fav and declaring it one of my best, cheers David

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