The lonely prince’s resolution
A perfect lair’s creation
Months, years in the construction
Verdant fields seen from crenellations
Lofty towers his foes’ intimidation
The balm to his disaffection
But mostly, an ultimate seduction
The fairest maiden’s attentions
Soon to be his for the assumption
From across his fair and wide nation
But a chance encounter’s demonstration
On the road to the exposition
The fairest maid he met, by any definition
Yet much to his consternation
Nonplussed, the object of his affection
The castle not a successful persuasion
Swore she would wilt in isolation
Issued him the invitation
To let go of dream’s fixation
Become mere citizen of the nation?
4/24/16
©Thomas W. Quigley
Categories:
crenellations, love, vanity,
Form: Monorhyme
Tall iron gates
That mutter of authority
Beyond which lie fields
Barren and bleak
Fence of stone topped with
Crenellations of Ravens
Keeping watch with keen eyes
Above leaf shrouded creek
The manor of grey stone
That rears all alone
And lies atop
The rise…
The windows tight shuttered
Cause one to shudder
At their semblance
To moribund eyes
The long neglected lane
Now approaches in vain
The portico thru which
No one enters
Save spectres that scream
Silently…hauntingly and seem
As fleeting as wishes
…in a dream…
Categories:
crenellations, imagery, lonely, scary,
Form: Rhyme