Published on 12, July, 2020
This is a thread that has come out of a discussion between myself and Steven.
We have had 2 other shared threads that have come about in this way: Paranormal and Creative.
Please share your poetry, either something you have written, or one that you like/has meaning to you.
Prose is welcome too.
Here's my contribution from Yeats for starters:
He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven: Yeats
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
One of mine... which on another thread I mentioned to DeSpereaux and the departed Goosey...
Dragon
Sleep, soft as Ages, Silent, antique tombs of men,
Of King's kin, Giants, long unsung, un-kenned,
Earth-eaten in every-night lie. Gold dimmed,
far from Sun's gaze - He is Lord here.
Light at last comes, Unbidden, Blade-Bright.
Life at last comes - Earth-flowers blossom
Rare in radiant hues revealed, Gold-gleam mirrors
In Man's eye, mute in awe, Marauder of His hoard-hall.
Slow-waking, world wary, Silver-eye too late sees
His loss, loved grail of Old, of gold-ringed Kings.
Beneath Day's bitter gaze He bides, for Moon's sight seeks
stalking scattered stillness, He in grief and sorrow sings.
Stealthy Night comes in, fierce friend of flame-joy risen, Fearless flight
of blazed wing borne above. Battle-bold, through Star-sea sails
With fiery trail, vengeance fixed, for heart's trove taken.
Bright as Summer's sun, burn the halls of Men.
Wonderful
Thanks Debbie