Fortress

 

 

 

Fortress

 

 

Stone by weathered cobble I build,

calloused hands ache in sweet surrender

Mortar’d affection of a coalesced consistency,

mixed and blended, bound by love’s tether

 

Stacking to heights of protective design

Patterned on roaming hillsides, serpentine wanderings,

Lush green fields crawl, blue sky diversions,

as song birds whistle to the day

 

And I sweat, my brow now drenched,

muscles pushed to horizonary boundaries,

tattered clothes sway in late afternoon breezes

Still I push on, fitting, finding, filling this need

 

Something so precious as glistening morning dreams,

crystalline musings, fragile bisque castings

Destined for my world, beyond battlefield dawns,

sifting serene country settings…quite peace

 

The long day ends, I marvel at my accomplishment

steadfast and suited to defend in sunset flames,

turrets of observative reachings soar above

timber and heavy iron chain…gated sanctuary

 

Now my love you may rest…

beneath starry heavens and comet renderings,

upon your bed of satin feathered sighs…

For I have built this fortress…around your heart

 

Author's Note

Thank you Sting for the musical inspiration & thank you for reading

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A strong, powerful and descriptive piece that holds no punches, well done, good read.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my friend.

[SteveB]

Very nicely done. Strong imagery carried on throughout. Like the fortress, this is well constructed.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Steve.

[Claire in VA]

Thank you for this beautiful fortress of verse!
Awesome write!

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Claire. I appreciate you stopping by my page.

[Blue]

Of course, this is beautiful. And as usual, your last stanza makes me breathless with wonder. You make me want to take a flight to your country, knock on your door, and ask for an autograph.

[Jack...]

My friend, thank you so much for your kindness...an autograph... that would be a first for me...but I need to warn you, my handwriting is terrible. :)

[Blue]

Doesn't matter. As long as it's yours. :P

[Pryde Foltz]

And I sweat, my brow now drenched,
muscles pushed to horizonary boundaries,
tattered clothes sway in late afternoon breezes
Still I push on, fitting, finding, filling this need

Jack, you are without a doubt one of the best poets to pull up a virtual stool in this cafe. I hope everyone knows how lucky they are that you are among us.

[Jack...]

Pryde, I am humbled by your review. I am just some guy...no one in particular, but I love that you think otherwise.

[AYVID N]

Splendid write. A great reading experience. Thanks for sharing Jack.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my friend.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Such splendid images you have brought to mind .Keeping your beloved's heart safe :)

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my friend.

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome .

[TL Boehm]

exquisite poetry and of course the song is a perfect backdrop. starry heavens and comet renderings. Lovely lovely lovely. so many of us are out there exposed to the elements....peace.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Tammy. It is so nice to see you again.

[Lyn Anderson]

An excellent accompaniment to this song. :)

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much KL.

[m.s.early]

Love is the stuff fortresses are built for and countries conquered. May the heart we build fortresses for not be our own!

[Jack...]

I'm with you my friend. Thanks so very much.