Monday, July 14, 2014

Two New Poem Drafts

Eventyr

Freighted with gold from afar,
the fairy-tale
stands like a stone ivy-covered,
a stele to mark
where ancient kings moved their knights,
a cairn as sign
that once a deed was greatly done,
a fragment,
a trace of yesteryear.

Exhortation to the Mockingbird

Rejoice! O mockingbird, make call!
O sunlight, lightly pass
through dewy gems that line the grass;
precipitately fall
through air and dazzle all --
the stars outclass.
O fairy clock and lion's tooth,
for hoary head trade golden youth
and learn to dance.
O mockingbird, weave in song
the dew, the light, the lion-throng
that meet my sunlit glance!

2 comments:

  1. Itinérante1:56 AM

    Have you ever thought that your poems are meant to be sang? Many times when I read them I feel like my mind is already singing them to a tune. It's beautiful!

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  2. branemrys10:53 PM

    Some of them begin as little songs, although this is fairly rare.

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