Bad Blood

Stars clash, and pale moons

Gloat over you, my pretty witch

While brooding shadows of the loom

Reflect you in some shining dish;

What vivid patterns of despair

Have you designed to harness me

Within the ever-changing snare

Of your disingenuity?

 

Your rage has torn the tattered storm,

The sheeted sky I crawled beneath,

While slatterns, with some jealous dye

Have stained us, injudiciously;

Of all I left behind in you

Some slim deceit has marked your moan

To wean you from disloyal truth

And cast you from your tragic throne.

 

Embattled clouds stretch you ahead,

Gales whip you onward, as before

The tides conspire with your desire

To drive against a dismal shore;

You sit astride the wreck of dreams

Like some grim ruin, at the flood

To loose the rusted anchor seams

And leave sad tidings, in bad blood.

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Jane Dougherty]

I like the nightmare imagery in this poem, especially in the last stanza.

[Wildfleour]

Filled with such dark emotions...this rages on and on......very intense.