Original prompt “The Song My Soul Never Seeked” by Hiya Sharma
Not for contest
The freedom you promised was finite,
Halfheartedly holding hope
Even as you eviscerated vows.
Stillborn, the song was silenced~
Obituaries written, often incomplete,
Names with no reference
Gone with the heartbeats of gold~
Mayflies and magpies and magical madmen,
Yestermornings and yearnings~
Still the song stays silent,
Only an occasional, old memory of ocarinas,
Unencumbered and undiluted
Like sorrow searching.
Neverending echoes of emptiness~
Even as life enfolds life~
Visions of vast wastelands
Etched like embarrassed prayers
Remembered too late.
Splintered and tossed aside
Every hope, every desire,
Every wish, every evening dream~
Kindness is washed away in rage,
Every note of the hymn is lost,
Deserted and desolate.
Plumes of peacock -
Silver sequins -
Halls and faces are aglow.
Music resounds -
Ev'ry lady
Is dancing around her beau.
Where is my friend
Who I wish would
Seek me hither presently?
Yet I, too, wear
A sequined mask.
How shall he recognize me?
I am the one with eyes so green -
The greenest this court has thus far seen -
And they shall search those who convened
For the fair knight of whom I'm so keen.
He wanders about nigh, I deem -
And he shall hold me in high esteem
And love me true once he has seen
My eyes, oh, my eyes so green.
Let the lutes play
For he found me
And his love lights up my life!
Ocarinas
Whistle a tune
As we celebrate tonight!
There once was a lass named Georgina
For indecent exposure she got a subpoena
Now that's just not right
She caused great delight
As the men folk played along on their ocarinas
© Jack Ellison 2015
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