Like Huddled Children BeA Poem by Erin Skythe language is inspired by Hamlet, and the only word not in the dictionnaire is "pajocks" which means peacocks. w00t
He and she Like huddled children be A ring to chain A chain to mast. And the winds Buffet and bruise shall that twain And stretch their rocks and diamonds knew No adamantine love where a flower grew. Counterfeit, not for ay Pajocks from on high Look down, and fan themselves. Iridescent feather walls bearing load Keen and naught, hearts destined to be woed By tempest and spring Or flowers that she shall ne’er bring. One tongue the cracked and homely truth shelves. Mayhap in days t’ come These scattered bits will break atlast on a weighty tome And as casualities, be renewed And struggle back to warmer airs Carried up by fairer winds, and no more bow To what from all evil is spewed, alas for flowers now He and she Like huddled children be. © 2008 Erin Sky |
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2 Reviews Added on February 6, 2008 AuthorErin SkyIthilien, GondorAboutI hear I'm a bit cryptic, for all my loquacity; I talk too much, due to all I need to say; I am Gemini, and astrology is bollocks; I'm narcissistic, and hate myself for it; I dwell in irony, in the ra.. more..Writing
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