Metaphorical on loss; Dante sonnet, villanelle, pantoum (composite) |
Heathen fingers of frost flaunt Dainty murmurs in cessation As the evening, weak and gaunt, Revels in a new sensation. In haughty pleasure came the taunt Though it's no consolation There is no elation- A wound impossible to staunch, A second late did her shield rise. It hurt me more, though, and Any claim false are lies. Rain cast tears beneath those eyes Crumpled frozen in the sand, Kneel low as the bloodstained flower dies. Light summoned the dawn, bereaved Lonely roses lie about without a care Yielding with unduly deference As the night was fading fast In order to blanket the prize So I hope you'll understand, Rain cast tears beneath those eyes. Lonely roses lie about without a care And I fear to say my knees were weak As the night was fading fast, Such solemnity just couldn't last! She lay distraught but couldn't rise, So all the flowers in all the land Kneel low as the bloodstained flower dies And I fear to say my knees were weak, Still laden heavy in disbelief- Such solemnity just couldn't last! A wound impossible to staunch Was struck that day, as such lies The truth. Winter raged and Rain cast tears beneath those eyes Still laden heavy in disbelief When I took the blade unto my heart, A wound impossible to staunch- She stirred and Rose But couldn't shake the sorrow in my eyes (But an hourglass with little sand). Kneel low as the bloodstained flower dies When I took the blade unto my heart, Yielding. With unduly deference She stirred! And rose The dawn, bereaved. |