curses

been contemplating Tennyson's "Lady of Shalott"

You’re whispering secrets to stars
and I’m warbling love songs
to confused meadowlarks.

Tennyson is too romantic

for a fool like me.

Maybe I should keep to my tower--
busy fingers making seams
no one can see.

Even if there are curses.

I will still walk
through the green valley
holding a valiant hand.

Reviews

[Raef C. Boylan]

Hey, I really like this. It feels carefully-crafted, so I'll cup its fragile words gently in my mind and savour your skill.

"and I’m warbling love songs
to a confused meadowlark" - for some reason I love a good metaphor beginning with 'and', I think it's the implied casual voice...and this is a particularly nice one.

Like everyone below, I have only praise for this poem.
Cheers for sharing it with us.

[Ken Simm.]

I particularly like the last verse Emily. But the whole poem rings.

[Robin]

heart-crafted ~

[.]

. what a stunning piece of work!!! ... ravishing verse ... and just too perfect ... i love how your words have returned ...

[TAO]

Your work was already impressive, but this just took it above and beyond. Emily Burns, hats off to you.

[Wondering Mind]

I was giving this a standing ovation at the first stanza.
I've often wondered whether it is the heart of the mind, or the mind of the heart that inspire such fascinating fusion of thought and emotion, or is it that they meet somewhere and converse.

[Dezaraye]

:-) This made me smile. I love the contrast in your first four lines. It's really beautiful and I think an awesome use of metaphor.

You are so talented, Emily. You're brilliant with words.

[Jeff Loquist]

true romance is wasted on those they call romantic

[paul]

more simple brilliance. and beauty too

[not on my dime]

Your words have passion and meaning, but they are suggestive as if you know the out come for sure. I love your last line. It is cast in stone.

[Ed Hart]

we live so many lives, within the confines of this one life...and, so many of the lives we live, are real, but in our minds is where they dance and sing, and walk through green valleys

[Emily B]

Miss you, Ed