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.
I wrote this 'teenage angst' poem when I was 14 (I'm 51 now), after watching Dead Poet's Society at the cinema. I've not written anything since.
Seasons:
Of life, I have little.
Of love, I have none.
As seasons drift by,
My winter stays on.
I sit here alone,
With harsh, frosted breath.
My heart freezing over.
I live a long death.