. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ the poetry corner ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.
"oh wow, i didn't have you pegged as the cultured type; looks can be deceiving, i guess!"
you try not to take that as an insult...
"anyway, yeah! this is where you can find a bunch of my published work. you'd be surprised how many poetry journals there are this deep into space!"
NOTE: i'm gonna make navigation on here easier at some point. probably with iframes. please bear with the curséd scroll until i get that done!
also sorry that most of these are awaiting publication, they should be good to post in a couple months!
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To Winter and our Parting
When winter’s breeze rattles the trees
And littered leaves begin to freeze –
๋ ࣭ ⭑ When day is cold, and year is old,
And the sun-weary sky is grey;
You’ll fly away— but ere, you’ll say:
๋ ࣭ ⭑ “I’ll return in time to behold
The dewy leaves, and longer days,
And the thawing of the seas.”
When spring is found and trees are crowned
With bright emerald leaves abound –
๋ ࣭ ⭑ When, upon wings, the seabirds sing,
Waking you with their songs of plea;
Come back to me. Come back to me
๋ ࣭ ⭑ With the sweet morning air that brings
My longing cry: come back to me,
And hold me tightly around.
author's note: a poem i wrote for my boyfriend at the time. we did not last!
Ferry
I read your latest letter;
I’ll say it found me well.
It threw me into hysterics,
๋ ࣭ ⭑ Just as though I were cast into hell.
It said that you would leave me
๋ ࣭ ⭑ And all this world behind;
๋ ࣭ ⭑ That you’d be taking the ferry
๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑ To a land that is scarcely defined.
I’ll meet you at the harbour.
I’ll meet you at the shore.
I’ll kiss you and I’ll cry your name
๋ ࣭ ⭑ As I fall to my knees on the floor.
And in the sparkling moonlight
๋ ࣭ ⭑ You’ll say naught but a word,
๋ ࣭ ⭑ And I’ll lose your face in my tears
๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑ As you fly off with the morning birds.
In the darkness you’ll leave me,
Cold and falling apart.
Alone I’ll weep at the harbour
๋ ࣭ ⭑ With the shards of my poor broken heart.
Know one day that I’ll meet you –
๋ ࣭ ⭑ I’ll cross the stormy sea;
๋ ࣭ ⭑ I’ll run aground and scream your name,
๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑ O! if I must, for eternity.
author's note: a poem to someone i lost.
The Kiss of an Ocean
The lips are unyielding; its voice cannot sing;
long has it been sleeping, ne’er dreaming a thing:
๋ ࣭ ⭑ A youth’s hardened visage, now rugged and cold,
๋ ࣭ ⭑ Surrounded by songs etched in languages old.
Upon ancient dais, worn weary they stand,
Above the etchings and the face in the sand:
๋ ࣭ ⭑ Two arms of a cold stone rise without motion,
๋ ࣭ ⭑ A quill held aloft, but making no notion,
Crumbles to dust with the kiss of an ocean.
author's note: a poem about not having the motivation to write poems. clearly i was full of shit.
To Aphrodite
Hear me, Aphrodite! Answer!
๋ ࣭ ⭑ Be you the sweetest of divines
๋ ࣭ ⭑ Or some damned deceitful dancer;
Hear me now and answer! Answer!
Is this your pleasure, or my woe?
๋ ࣭ ⭑ Are you some foul and hateful wretch
๋ ࣭ ⭑ To whom my misery I owe?
Some curséd wretch of hateful woe?
Once again, my heart is smitten.
๋ ࣭ ⭑ In the dark I’m torn by claws and,
๋ ࣭ ⭑ By vampiric teeth, am bitten –
My blood’s drained, my heart is smitten.
See now – alas! I have not learned
๋ ࣭ ⭑ One lesson since your last cruel trick!
๋ ࣭ ⭑ Since last my lonesome heart you churned,
Not one mere lesson have I learned.
Each time I kiss his curly hair
๋ ࣭ ⭑ I curse my heart and beg to you -
๋ ࣭ ⭑ Renouncing even breath of air;
Left breathless by his curly hair.
Pleading, wailing, I call to you:
๋ ࣭ ⭑ “O! Aphrodite – cruel and fair!
๋ ࣭ ⭑ Forfeit my breath and in its lieu
Give me his heart – I beg of you!
I’ll forsake air entirely,
๋ ࣭ ⭑ Kept here alive by love alone;
๋ ࣭ ⭑ And if your passions betray me,
I’ll forsake life entirely.”
Yet swift my breath returns again;
๋ ࣭ ⭑ And though he softly holds my heart,
๋ ࣭ ⭑ I can’t forget the aching pain.
I would not feel your love again.
author's note: i think the whole aphrodite thing is a little cliché, and this is probably one of my weaker poems. i stand by it though!
The Lay of Fauna, Acara of Altador!
coming soon
author's note: this one was way worse than i remembered. fucked up meter and janky ass rhyme scheme. gonna re-write it at some point and i'll post it here.
Down, Down in Darigan Halls
Down, down, in Darigan halls
The Drackonack sleep, the Batterfly crawls.
Round, round, the spire they go
The Korbat fly, and the sepulchres glow.
Deep, deep, in tombs of the great
The dust-bunnies lay, the hour is late.
Scritch, scratch, on parchment he writes
Lord Darigan sits amidst candle-light.
Cling, clang, the bars of the cell
For darkest of deeds, the prisoners dwell.
Hush, hush, do not make a sound
For barabarous guards shall grind and shall pound.
Down, down, in Darigan Halls
Torches that burn, cast a shade on the wall.
Round, round the tower so tall
The shadow of Kass have thee in its thrall!
author's note: this isn't very good, but it won the poetry contest on neopets.com and gave me the confidence to continue writing poetry - so that's something!