One thing I like to do is recreate the feel of old-fashioned verse. |
Byr Lady She crassed the say to Crabham bay for to see her love, he waited for her in wild attire astranded in the cove. the two did 'brace for minutes on end as if each would die, then both together they rowed away to where the seagulls fly. For there's an isle: a magic rock seems lifeless as a stone, but hid within its darkest breast their two hearts beat as one. They lived upon each one's true love and needed no repast- no human food could feed their needs no drink could slake their tharst. And there they lie two twined souls a buffet of the waves, as dust they came into the world: then as dust they lave. For wind and sea wore down their frames till nought but bones were they, then were they pitched into the deep and mingled with the spray. Her hair become the weeds that float as glist as blood at night; his skull become the coral reef in moon's dim glooming light. And when the fisher folk with their great nets drag 'neath the sea, they hear the soft and sistent sound of lovers' laugh and glee: by night the two are draped in stars and ripple to the shore, they share one breath one life, one heart, their bodies one once more. Tony Hamid 15/10/2016 |