Love's Creature

 

       WHAT on earth is that in the mirror?
One day he sees a chained slave
the very next a crowned king
next day...who can tell the heart of love's creature?
       It is his truelove who keeps his heart
and she who shows wisdom 
putting by a little as seed-corn
where the grass is always greener
and no foot treads.
       There out of sight a spring pure
and clear begins to bubble
this love beside his own truelove
flows down to the familiar world
possessing and transporting him.
       There in the hints of quaint music from alien tongues,
in vague images encountered on burnished shields of foes.
       This leaf and that alive with colour,
painted birds emerged from thin air,
swelled fields generating beasts so grand,
the laughing children leapt awhirl like imps.
       A high bell recognized by our Quasimodo
and all that might quench his daily rage.

 

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Adam Whitworth

Mon 28th Aug 2017 03:33

The new improved version incorporates your advice Colin, thanks for your kind comments.

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Sun 27th Aug 2017 08:14

an interesting poem Adam - for me it has hints of a Greek myth or a Far Eastern tale but then some lines feel more English folk, almost Hardyesque. It is only the 'lottery winner' reference which places it in the present. As #workinprogress I wonder where you might take this. I would be tempted to leave out that modern day reference to make it more timeless. Thanks for posting. Colin.

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