Tryst

 Cuffed and collar’d – not entirely wedded n’ bound
 Retaining strength with freedom recently found
 In gallant splendour of posies he dutifully bade
 She became his princess, and nonchalant maid

 

She washed away his tears with sweat of sin
 An’ hell coloured hair that whipp’d his skin
 Oh scornful mistress! How can you chide and glow?
 Because, she smiled, that’s the way troubadour goes

 Excerpt from “Tryst” © Katypoetess 2014

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M.C. Newberry

Wed 17th Dec 2014 19:12

Shades of the passion of Elizabethan poets...
albeit that I am uncertain about the final line.
from "that's the way troubadour goes". But this
is a subjective comment from a lover of rhyme.
I'd rather have passions grow!

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Nigel Astell

Mon 15th Dec 2014 15:45

A scornful smile
I can see
Returns to this
Lust seeking slave.

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