Captive Queen, Fountains Of Mind Drenched In Poetry - Epilogue (3) Poem by Captain Cur

Captive Queen, Fountains Of Mind Drenched In Poetry - Epilogue (3)



Young doe peer through the spectacle of night
And graze before the gates absorbing moonlight,
Speckled ones by their haunts in drowsy sleep
A natural calmness age cannot teach
For the hours wither in slow decay
And whose hand can retrieve a wasted day.
Harmonizing with the castle's living
Soul, I separable my conscious being
For then it and I must thrive together
Perhaps for greater purpose weathering
The natal tide of stars as they ascend
On the cusp of the blue glossy heavens.
Should they linger on their fire riddled shores
In jubilance touching their paramours
Shuttering in crimson ecstasies
Extinguished in massive waterless seas
Possessing me, possessing all of it,
Arriving at the circumference of bliss
Spinning forever, to love and to live
Graciously dying, their fierce light to give.

Exposing night, sun rippling awakens
In the fresh dew of honeyed morning breath
Languorous love quenching its thirst, catching
each dropping kiss, inaudible the moans
Falling upon the closed mouth sizzling stones;
Utterances to sweet for melody
Flow in and through the castled walls, echoing
thrilling tones which zigs like a wayward dart
Straight to the center of my transfixed heart.

Why must I choose between heaven and hell
Though passion watered from this brimstone well
As confusing as these dual roles must be
Fountains of mind are drenched in poetry
Gushing words beneath a flamboyant sun,
The two must commit together as one
With both passionate and spiritual aim,
Neither light or dark, nor selfless or vain.

With these simple words my heart consuming
Every line of beauty exposed in truth,
In the matrix of an expanding flame
Is not its core being engulfed in pain?
Disturbing as a sullen willful grief
Like creeping ice hardening deep beneath
On what wings can I take flight, what can pierce
The glaciers of a static universe?
Moves me to fear overshadowing death
The annihilation of will, of breath,
Struggling to reach that charismatic fire
I wake, I rise, I dream, I desire!

Wednesday, February 26, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: castle,death,knight,medieval love,story,wish
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Death has granted Knight Periden one last glimpse of his castle
as it stood in its prime but would not allow him entry.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kostas Lagos 26 February 2020

Your Captive Queen has taken the readers as prisoners!

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Captain Cur 26 February 2020

Thanks Kostas but the saga is completed, so the Knight has hung up his armor and it's back to pirating and plundering. Maybe a good Indian princess being taken captive poem, I'll have to ask longfellow about that. Thanks for all your encouragement during this process, I really appreciate it.

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Mihaela Pirjol 26 February 2020

Captain Cur, your Iambic Pentameter is un-comparable! Your ''Captive Queen'' has enchanted the eyes of your readers! (mine, included!): that is what we call the flow of poetry: it flows like a river with mesmerizing words! Love it!

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Captain Cur 26 February 2020

Thanks for the lovely comment Mihaela, Captive Queen, although a tragic saga, I must admit I did enjoy writing it. Now I must figure out my next poetic misadventure.

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