When I came back from Lyonnesse

Inspired by an Enlish trip to Cornwall and Hardy's "When I set out for Lyonnesse". Hope you like :) x x

When I came back from Lyonnesse,

With magic in my eyes,

The blue of sky seemed muted blue,

Compared to Cornwall skies.

The air too still;

The tasks too dull;

To hold my searching mind,

That longed to be at Lyonnesse,

To float upon the tide.

 

For O that sea, that infinite sea

That beckoned from the west;

That seemed to whisper, solely to me,

“There is hope, keep stretching yet”

And O the wind, that soul searching wind,

That ran through my hair and my veins,

Seeming to blow out each cobweb of fear,

Vowing never to spin them again.

 

We wandered down a lover’s path,

Rode twain and then alone,

Will the stones now record that we all passed?

Will the century old phantoms live on?

Perhaps its true that such a scape

Has a memory so wide

That it has sent me back from Lyonnesse

With His magic in my eyes.

Author's Note

Pretty rough, any refinements welcome

Reviews

[Bertie]

I especially love the last verse, very Hardy-esque !
you make a poignant point my love; it makes me miss it all the more...
But that's really the pint of the poem so well done i suppose ! lol
Very nice !
x z x

[Jasmine]

haha i love this...nostalgic feel (Hardy would be proud!) I especially love the lines:
When I came back from Lyonnesse,
With magic in my eyes,
The blue of sky seemed muted blue,
Compared to Cornwall skies.
Brilliant love, made me smile :)