Today we shall toy with a terzanelle.
I can rise above such things
Alone, the battle rages
And my captive heart sings
Words of passion, fire-burned pages,
Thoughts of the way it should be
Alone, the battle rages,
Verval blows, eye-spears through me,
And I am left lying bleeding.
Thoughts of the way it should be,
No life where all is needing
And empty bellies fuel endless tears,
And I am left lying bleeding
The accumulated weight of many years,
Polluted light in desolate dawn
And empty bellies fuel endless tears.
Fear-birth of desire to be again unborn,
I can rise above such things,
Polluted light in desolate dawn,
And my captive heart sings.
© 2ndwitch, 16/04/15
(Special thanks go to Ray Hearne, whose song 'Pudding Burner' inspired this poem, in a direct and roundabout way. http://www.rayhearne.co.uk/index.html)
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