The moonlight is my mundificant,
My wan curative for this lingering ill.
I know no other sway that this ailment may
Displace and replace with quite as much skill.
Even bright Luna can’t remove it completely,
Only numb its puissance on varied occasion,
For this thorn I’ve born like leonine scorn
Without rest of the wound’s vacated station.
Traded, thy presence for pain in thy absence,
One merciless pin ever-pricking my heart.
Upon thy departure, what words would have saved thee?
What hope could I hold, knowing soon we would part?
I still glimpse the crimson exodus ‘pon the snow,
The colorful shadow, the angel thou left
When Winter skies called, liquored eyes grew enthralled,
And this Heaven-spied union was cleft.
I know not the hand that ripped thou from me,
Underneath the silver gaze of midnight, its towers –
Oh! To pass so unjustly, to die so alone!
What wretch – craven lech! – coffined this love of ours?
Forgive me, my better, bestowed on pearl quills,
Too good for this sullied, squalor-wealth world thou wert.
One moment unwatched and how these devilish swathes
Brought ‘pon thy virtue penultimate hurt.
So thus why I tarry when the grey welkin breaks
And its ashen folds Luna betray,
For only that resplendence shone o’er thy demise;
Only that eye upon thy capture did lay.
I deeply imbibe these cascading beams,
In their medicinal stream thy countenance shines…
Impart me thy knowledge, moon waxed above death!
Only vengeance can absolve me, finish these lines…
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Amazing
Wow, I really, really love this! Every now and then it's nice to read an older fashioned poem with the thee's, thou's, and thy's. You cant find many new ones these days.
Great job!!!
~Sarah
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Thanks so much, Sarah! I'm really happy to see that you liked the poem and appreciated the classical tone it took. This is an area I just have such a passion for and I tend to miss it when reading modern contemporary poetry. So, I am glad you enjoy it and it's good to know there are other fans of the classics out there. ^_^
~G~
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Excellent
What a great creation. So very well expressed. Best of luck in the contest
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Thanks, penman. I'm glad you liked the poem, and if you're interested, the other portions of this series can be found scattered through my poems.
This series is made up of:
Unto She Whom the Seasons Have Dressed in Weeds,
Laera,
The Wound (this one),
and An Offering for She, Departed
Thanks again!
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absolutely amazing, love. you're really great at writing these love lost poems. you fill them with emotion and darkness that works so well together. as always, wonderful imagery and descriptions. i love it <3
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Thanks so much, hon! As always, it is so great to get feedback, especially when it is from you. I love writing and knowing you enjoy it is even more rewarding. ^_^
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very well penned. good job.
I liked this part:
Traded, thy presence for pain in thy absence,
One merciless pin ever-pricking my heart.
Upon thy departure, what words would have saved thee?
What hope could I hold, knowing soon we would part?
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Thanks for your comments, Poker-Face! I'm glad you enjoyed the poem, and took the time to leave me some feedback. I always appreciate it.
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Excellent
Aye, 'tis a fine write, indeed. You have expressed your thoughts quite well. Thanks for sharing this one with us. -
that was awesome...... you really know how to bring out a dark poem in the right colours.
"Only that eye upon thy capture did lay.
I deeply imbibe these cascading beams,"
beautiful english usage
The opening line strikes a beautiful not -
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Thanks very much for your critique and comments, Championswimmer. I'm glad you liked the poem and saw the beauty in it!
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