Disowned...
Wrangling with stasis,
As it menaces
Meaninglessness, dangling
The lacquered idyll
As dreaded trophy
For having journeyed far
Through Falsehood's strange land,
And, reeling now from the revelry
Rent asunder, in a Pandoran
Counter-attack, Truth
Reclaims its penchant
For reverberating with the urgency
Of dauntless, disowned decibels...
Holden Moncrieff
Sun 15th Jun 2025 13:52
Rolph, thank you so much for your beautiful analysis, you've made me consider new layers of meaning! I'm always honoured that you take the time to think so deeply about the poems. And thank you for all the encouragement! 😊