Somewhat of a combination of Pindaric with Horatian elements and a bit of modern characteristic. . .
1
Behold! that human angel hovering
not in bright skies but on far-distant land
a siren voice, hypnotic, echoing –
desperate singing, sundry songs without demand –
Till comes that calming gentle rest.
Unfettered wings whose feather tips remain
too still until in cauldron stirs the beast
found'ring gales ablast from vicious East
near off rip her appendages with his disdain –
Till comes that zephyr from the West
resounding with his promises, his prayer
that joined would be they both in aether air.
2
But, lo! Across that mighty depth of sea
where stands that noble knight in disarray
his hand a pen to wield in poetry
an arm to hold a shield from harm to her delay –
Till comes for her he on his steed –
The mighty dragon spewing searing flame
to burn her tender flesh with hateful scorn
repelled she with her wits not words foresworn
an oath to not repeat nor say his hated name –
Till comes the time they both agreed –
resounding with his promises, his prayer
that joined they may be one eternal pair.
3.
At length their spirits crossed the massive span
that ocean looming far too wide and deep
one lady waiting long,
long waiting longing for her patient man –
her promises, the oath she vowed to keep
for him in loving song.
At last their spirits met in fond embrace
and bodies twisted as a knotted rope
in love together found,
though sight unseen, he never saw her face,
nor did she his except with faith and hope
their love at last be crowned.
4
The gods looked down upon two distant lands
upon what kept two loves apart
and joined the knight's and his fair lady's hands
into one soul, one beating heart
exhaling into each as one communal breath
immortalizing them without eternal death.
Till now, no eyes have seen with certain sight
these loves that burn in morn and evening light.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-01-18 at 23:12
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Ode to an Eastern Lady
1
Behold! that human angel hovering
not in bright skies but on far-distant land
a siren voice, hypnotic, echoing –
desperate singing, sundry songs without demand –
Till comes that calming gentle rest.
Unfettered wings whose feather tips remain
too still until in cauldron stirs the beast
found'ring gales ablast from vicious East
near off rip her appendages with his disdain –
Till comes that zephyr from the West
resounding with his promises, his prayer
that joined would be they both in aether air.
2
But, lo! Across that mighty depth of sea
where stands that noble knight in disarray
his hand a pen to wield in poetry
an arm to hold a shield from harm to her delay –
Till comes for her he on his steed –
The mighty dragon spewing searing flame
to burn her tender flesh with hateful scorn
repelled she with her wits not words foresworn
an oath to not repeat nor say his hated name –
Till comes the time they both agreed –
resounding with his promises, his prayer
that joined they may be one eternal pair.
3.
At length their spirits crossed the massive span
that ocean looming far too wide and deep
one lady waiting long,
long waiting longing for her patient man –
her promises, the oath she vowed to keep
for him in loving song.
At last their spirits met in fond embrace
and bodies twisted as a knotted rope
in love together found,
though sight unseen, he never saw her face,
nor did she his except with faith and hope
their love at last be crowned.
4
The gods looked down upon two distant lands
upon what kept two loves apart
and joined the knight's and his fair lady's hands
into one soul, one beating heart
exhaling into each as one communal breath
immortalizing them without eternal death.
Till now, no eyes have seen with certain sight
these loves that burn in morn and evening light.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
Read 536 times
Written on 2007-01-18 at 23:12
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