Last Wish

[dcorvus]

Last Wish

Fool me once, shame on you;

Fool me twice, shame on me.

Winter creeps through walls and floors

And sends it frosty fingers over windows, over skin;

It hardens earth where flowers bloomed,

And freezes bark of trees

That once were wreathed in leafy boughs

And murmured to the rhythm of my heart.

Before the snows had touched my soul,

I lived in green Arcadia,

Where future sprawled as avenues

Of sated days and half-mad nights.

The course of true love never did run smooth,

But in chase and destination was promised

Our warm, eternal summer.

Fall could be shuttered by these lies

But winter cannot be denied.

And now the glade of sun-dappled trees

Are four walls cracked by bitter cold.

Where is the song of spring? the summer lover?

I gave them my heart, but found it returned

An exhumed corpse

Not worth a crust of bread,

And my memories, not a coal;

For I am sick of love,

And would that love be sick of me.

[aj]

This is a lovely poem, dcorvus. It resonates with me...the language is delicious, and the feel melancholy and blue...suits my mood tonite. Thanks for sharing this.

cheers!

aj

[petefromoz]

Most impressive; I love it!

There's a depth and quality to the language that evokes Shakespearean imagery, and a delightful flowing rhythm which demands to be spoken aloud.

Ah, to be able to craft such words as these!

Kudos,

Pete