ix. Whisper (A Rondel)

July 20, 2011

“Goodbye, my love”, he heard her say,
a whisper carried through the trees,
a murmur, soft upon the breeze,
of words he’d known he’d hear one day,

but never thought would come this way.
He thought at least she’d hear his pleas.
“Goodbye, my love”, he heard her say,
a whisper carried through the trees.

She left him sad, alone and grey –
she didn’t pause or give reprise;
she didn’t see him on his knees;
one night, she simply went away.
“Goodbye, my love”, he heard her say,
a whisper carried through the trees.

 

 

Written while listening to Caoineadh Cú Chulainn (Lament)

xv. Glance

March 24, 2011

My heart has never beat so fast,
I’ve never felt this rush before,
My body greedily wants more,
Before the feeling’s even passed.

That brief enchanting glance you cast,
Left me in such stupendous awe,
I’ve never felt this rush before,
My heart has never beat so fast.

I worry that it will not last,
That if you walk back out the door,
I’ll lose something I can’t restore;
I know it could not be surpassed.
My heart has never beat so fast.

 

 

Inspired by One-Stop-Poetry‘s ‘Form Monday’, which this week introduced the Rondel.