The Chalice

The Chalice

A Poem by John Alexander McFadyen

The Chalice

You handed me the bitter poison of regret

and I am the one who has to get over it.

Like a fool I drank long from the chalice of hope.

Such heady mead that my heart spun my head

until all I could see were angels.

Dancing visions in my waking dream

that turned cruelly into no more than delusions;

beliefs that turned out to be false.

I believed in you,

in your purity,

in your majesty,

in the magic of us,

our bodies united

with the full flavours of lust,

sticky sweet like honey.

I believed in the joy,

of waking with you,

of walking with you,

of looking into your eyes,

of the passion I held for you

and of you spread before me,

 wanting me to fill you till you erupted.

And now I must dilute these memories

So that I may wash the acid pain from my skin.

 

19th July 2010

© 2012 John Alexander McFadyen


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How often we berate ourselves for loving with impunity, but surely anything less would not be worth our while. beautiful descriptive poetry that drips like honey from the tongue.

Posted 11 Years Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

11 Years Ago

Wow a lovely compliment! many thanks
"You handed me the bitter poison of regret
and I am the one who has to get over it.
Like a fool I drank long from the chalice of hope.
Such heady mead that my heart spun my head
until all I could see were angels.
Dancing visions in my waking dream
that turned cruelly into no more than delusions;
beliefs that turned out to be false."

Posted 11 Years Ago


Lost in Wonderland

11 Years Ago

Thank you very much:) and no, but soon
John Alexander McFadyen

11 Years Ago

My daughter is about to enter her final year of a four year course. I love to see young people bloss.. read more
Lost in Wonderland

11 Years Ago

That's cool!
Beautiful, in form and content.


Posted 11 Years Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

11 Years Ago

It just made me cry reading it again.............Thank you Yheela
I love how this poem LOOKS like a Chalice. Very descriptive and well done

Posted 11 Years Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

11 Years Ago

Thank you Heather. The challice was purely a quirk of fate. Not at all by design!
To many know this pain.. you've penned it very well.. Hopefully love soothed the burn...x

Posted 11 Years Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

11 Years Ago

Then enter this war and show your steal and take your prize to the alter of satisfaction!
Lily Mae

11 Years Ago

Oh sounds like a sacrifice.. what shall I not wear ?? hahaha
John Alexander McFadyen

11 Years Ago

it does not matter as It will be pleasure to peal away the layers of doubt!
And this is shaped like a chalice to be framed and hung. Beautiful thoughts of pain. I can relate to the bittersweet.

Posted 11 Years Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

11 Years Ago

That was circumstantial and I only noticed it afer I wrote it. Thanks Lisa as always!

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John Alexander McFadyen
John Alexander McFadyen

Brixworth, England, United Kingdom



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