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the word whisperer

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Return Anon, My Muse!

This is an experiment using Shakespeare words, i.e. "olde English." I've been reading some sonnets lately and got into the mood to try this out. Can't promise there are no mistakes though! :-)

A Poet's Calling to a Muse

Thou hast been gone a fortnight,
Whither I know not,
Thou hast not said good morrow,
Nor kissed me sweet farewell.
What meanest thou, my Fair,
By such impetuous conduct?
Hath not my shrift of love
Been warm enough to touch
Thy pure and gentle heart?
Nor hath my lips awakened
Thy fire of trust and faith?
Hath not my pen delivered
Truth’s testimony clear?
Thy visage floats before me,
As if to say good-den,
But wanes once darkness falls;
I prithee, come anon!
For I, my coz, have greatly
Struggled to produce
Words sweet and soft as dew.
There is no strength nor spark
Within my spirit left
To dip my pen in ink;
Thy absence – such a fray
To quench creation’s thirst
That hours turn to days;
Without thee, like a flower,
Too weak to lift its head,
I bend for Nature’s sake,
I call to thee, I sing,
Anon return, my Muse!
Return anon, my Fair!

The Song

Small rainbows in facets of a diamond
And bells ringing pure as drops of rain,
Inhale aromas – rose and almond,
Soar northward, echoes, like a crane;
The heart, the voice, – one breath of the soul –
Pour forth, then hover, like crimson lips
In search of a little brass keyhole:
Come in, water the dreaming tulips;
The voice – silent, the song – long faded,
But nothing can end the presence created.

Taller

Pink capris and polka
DOTS
Sparkles on her top

She muses at her reflection
WHITE
Bows and pigtails

To puppies on her socks, she
TWISTS
And turns, popping her heels

In and out, head cocked
LEFT
Then right, or up and down

Proud or cross, a
MOMENT'S
Satisfaction ending with

Pursed lips, wide stance,
HAND
On hip, one eye shut the other keen

Pirate blood is hot
RUSHING
For an instant, then calm

Eyebrows raised, hands crossed in
BACK
And toes turned in

Innocence is mischievous
BUT
Finally, elbows and triangles

A frown of determination
PRESSED
Lips and dimples, a sharp sigh

I’m going to be
TALLER
Than my bro, one day!