Corking the Windswept Wolves
When I consider ............ no, I can't go on
The sleeping dog must slumber still
Upon that brink of Helicon
That glistens like a sleeping-pill
But then -- forget it ... time has healed the wounds
That fester in the necrolith
Illuminated by the moons
That swam her very eyepits' width
But oh! ... forsooth, how strange this golden orb
This yolk, this brimming omphalos
That fills my little German Korb
With a timely sense of loss
And then again ... all gone ... so soon
The playmates of my golden youth
The bicycle and blue balloon
The milky, first-born tooth
Alas, no more ... the sorrow grows too deep
This veil shall hide my red-rimmed eyes
And from all shadows tightly keep
The burden of my sighs
My tears shall show ............ but then, I've said enough
To drive you all unto distraction
And make you vanish in a puff
A commonplace reaction.
| Contributors: | TG, on, Roland, The Agent Apsley, KT, P, Elizabeth. |
| Poem finished: | 17th November 1999. |