A Covenant with Death

My friend, where have you been?

You were supposed to have come for me

      - by now.

 

I think sometimes I embarrass you;

      My gauche countenance,

      consistent with clandestine charity.

 

An avid follower of fashion like you -

    adamant that neither fear nor favour

    will dissuade you from enlarging

    your circle of acolytes!

 

(Note to self: Don't let a passionate promise

    addle your soft little brain.)

 

Come, my friend, I am willing, and waiting;

    why are you so wary?

 

Let me consummate our covenant;

Let me prove myself worthy

Let me dream of evermore,

     with you.

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

this is really nice, i enjoyed this, love the title, it caught my eyes; the note in parenthesis is interesting and different i think. I liked the beginning lines, and also:
"Come, my friend, I am willing, and waiting;
why are you so wary?"
and the last stanza :D hehe

[Teri B]

I came back for a second look...and still the deal seems raw! If Death is not the seducer, then the seducer is mad!

[joshua deathdealer]

Tragically beautiful..and romantic..xx

[Teri B]

Who's wooing whom here, eh? Macabre deal, if you ask me, no matter how seductive the tone, or suggestive the words! I ain't buying! *grins*

[Safe&sound<3 ♫]

i love it, very nice, saying you are waiting for someone. i love it.

[Becky C Strukamp]

(Note to self: Don't let a passionate promise
addle your soft little brain.)


I love the talking to oneself here. I think it makes this poem complete and adds to so much to its meaning.

I enjoyed reading it.

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting way to write of a meeting with death. I like the way you expressed the desire.
"An avid follower of fashion like you -
adamant that neither fear nor favour
will dissuade you from enlarging
your circle of acolytes!"
Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

[SilentVerses]

What delicious words spread from the tips of your fingers to the unsullied white of the page, what delicate sketches bloom as you entwine a delicate emotion of talent through the stanzas of your piece. As the alliteration forms an unbreakable bond your words dance around each in a sensual tango, merging they form a beauty and through the alleys of your words a mocking pondering voice drifts on the breeze. Obsession agitates the calm fluid but does not break the flow, and a hidden defeat is made strong by the power of your sentences, lovely gems of words glitter in the moonlight of your phrasing and the tongue can't help but guide lips in forming the little honest crystals. Divine.

[Jo]

i. love. this.