Like Huddled Children Be

Like Huddled Children Be

A Poem by Erin Sky

the 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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nice, very nice! i wish i still had english w/ you...

Posted 15 Years Ago

Innocence. I like this. You did well. :)

Posted 15 Years Ago

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Added on February 6, 2008


Erin Sky
Erin Sky

Ithilien, Gondor

I 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..


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