Chimera - continued
Howdy, all. Here's 5 more verses to add to the poem.
6.
Remembering the day we wed in the storm
Her hands, sharp as knives on my breast
In silk, thin and pale as frost, she dressed
In one kiss, destinies tangled like thorns
With words of ragged fire to her I swore
And as one we cleaved to the quest
7.
A lady, fair as a child
A girl, dark as doom
Her words choice as silk on the loom
Could one so tender be so wild?
Could one so hard be so mild?
Yet she that burned life was quenched by tomb.
8.
Guinevere, your crown once fine gold
now a band of stones, a dress of clotted earth
Princess, royal maid, now dust is your worth
Her face, her skin too pale to line old
Her fire blazed fast and at a spear bled quick and cold
She, once so blessed, in the end Chimera cursed.
9.
Chimera, did your sword paralyze?
That day of sudden battles and attacks
When strength waned and death waxed
Did you turn deaf at her cries?
At your command did she die?
Did your hand plunge the axe?
10.
Here now, I reach a place flat as the cliff sheer
This new land pulls me from dreams of her
In my path, a stream moves with waters clear and pure
The drops and slosh tap like soft chimes on my ear
When last did I see a drink so sweet and clear?
This is surely a trap, my thirst to lure
6.
Remembering the day we wed in the storm
Her hands, sharp as knives on my breast
In silk, thin and pale as frost, she dressed
In one kiss, destinies tangled like thorns
With words of ragged fire to her I swore
And as one we cleaved to the quest
7.
A lady, fair as a child
A girl, dark as doom
Her words choice as silk on the loom
Could one so tender be so wild?
Could one so hard be so mild?
Yet she that burned life was quenched by tomb.
8.
Guinevere, your crown once fine gold
now a band of stones, a dress of clotted earth
Princess, royal maid, now dust is your worth
Her face, her skin too pale to line old
Her fire blazed fast and at a spear bled quick and cold
She, once so blessed, in the end Chimera cursed.
9.
Chimera, did your sword paralyze?
That day of sudden battles and attacks
When strength waned and death waxed
Did you turn deaf at her cries?
At your command did she die?
Did your hand plunge the axe?
10.
Here now, I reach a place flat as the cliff sheer
This new land pulls me from dreams of her
In my path, a stream moves with waters clear and pure
The drops and slosh tap like soft chimes on my ear
When last did I see a drink so sweet and clear?
This is surely a trap, my thirst to lure
3 Comments:
Hi levi,
This is really pretty and I always wish i could write stuff like this , but i dont really understand it. But I like to read it . Of course I never really get much poetry. The only adult poet i like is emily Dickinson. Though I must admit I love to read childrens poetry . It's so fun and actually makes sense. most adult poets that I've read are so annoying! I wish thay would just say what they mean . It seems like all poems are about how depressing life is. Ok Anyways, cool poem I just dont understand it. And thats not your fault.
-roz
Hi Levi. OK, since Rosalyn came clean and admitted she thought it was pretty, but didn't understand it, I will, too. I especially like verse 5, about her "fingers and the frost". Lovely. But, can you clue us into what it's about? Is it about someone climbing a mountain and thinking of his lover while he's dying on it?
~Mom
You hit it on the head, Mom. See, it's not that hard to understand after all.
This is a work in progress too. It'll probably become clearer when it's all finished.
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