curses

been contemplating Tennyson's "Lady of Shalott"

you’re whispering secrets to stars

and saving up wishes

and I’m warbling love songs

to a confused meadowlark.

 

Tennyson is too romantic

for a fool like me.

Perhaps I should keep to my tower,

busy fingers making seams

that won’t be seen.

 

There are sometimes curses.

I would walk through a green valley

holding a valiant hand,

I would choose you.

Reviews

[Raef C. Boylan]

Hey, I really like this. It feels carefully-crafted, so I'll cup its fragile words gently in my mind and savour your skill.

"and I’m warbling love songs
to a confused meadowlark" - for some reason I love a good metaphor beginning with 'and', I think it's the implied casual voice...and this is a particularly nice one.

Like everyone below, I have only praise for this poem.
Cheers for sharing it with us.

[Icarus]

so beautiful, soft and loving Emily.

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I have no critsims! I think it's amazing :)

[Kenneth The Poet]

An excellent, contemplative piece.

[SkinlessFrank]

Keep on walking

[R J Askew]

Methinks you will not be back in the tower again and that the spirit of Mr.T will have you on the romantic side of things for evermore. *bows*

[Iftwopoetswerestranded]

This poem haunts me!

[C]

I loved this!

[em]

'whispering secrets to stars' and 'warbling love songs' - yeah - i guess sometimes - casting shadows that no one owns - and that escape footsteps - is the task of choice - but that's just a guess - and i'm pretty sure - my guesses are usually inaccurate - :) -
- stunning poem!! - absolutely loved it!! -