Well, a little villanelle which is up to the reader to interpret. |
Any criticism is welcomed- this is only a first draft, so it needs some tidying up. Your help on this is greatly appreciated :D Mai An Acquainted Stranger Now I know all of you- you of all- everything, This elation, trapping a new sorrow, new grief For I am unknown, a silent witness, nothing. In the front row, I am darkened by light as you sing, An acrid adorer, captive-bound, no relief Now I know all of you-you of all- everything. In this shadowed room, I’m the silhouette of a King, Ghosts can’t touch, cannot be touched, lingeringly brief, So I am unknown, a silent witness, nothing. I’m greedy, indulgent, though your offerings sting, Succulent details rip hole like flesh on a reef, But I know all of you, you of all, everything. Your name: a sour tingle, a circular ring Around my brain breeds septic rage and disbelief That I am unknown, a silent witness, nothing. I crave your gaze, you mouth, like a flowering Bud though it would poison my blood- an Ivy leaf. Still, I know all of you, you of all, everything, And I am unknown, the silent witness. Nothing. |