Here’s a look at a poem we’re going to discuss/workshop at tomorrow’s Creative Writing Club meeting. If you’re at HCC, it’s at 11am in Don-363…
Aloft with wings so violently cast, with bells and silly things!
Makes a fool, a jest, a tin-headed cat, and me, oh my these things!
As voracious as a leaning branch and gentle as the wind
That takes the mind and empties out
A spell, that shakes and stings
A laugh that means “we are indeed”, taken in by your air
The smell of roses that soon decay, beneath the moon so bare
Oh, sagacious moon for you are old, and wise as one should be
Tell me not that things are rued
And ever I shall be pleased
Not a glorious strand of day is plucked, ever is the dawn
That treads across the linden trees, beats the curtains drawn
Ah, beseeched with feelings such as these on a strange and timely ‘morn
Which in all due course, and all due time
Wells fairer, if not forlorn
A smile which means “to be thus free”, oh how it feels so grand!
To play these silly games and things, for none do understand
(NOTE: the image is from apexvenue.com)