Swallowed(Ii) Poem by david odiase

GODS; POTTERY OF THE ART
GREY SKY LET THY EYES DOWN TO SEE
MY LOVER, SHE WEEPS UNTILLED IN THE DESERT
MOURNING HER GROOM NEVER TO BE

SHE WRAPS A SCARLET TO SHIELD
AWAY FROM AN EASTERLY
THAT REMORSE SHE WIELDS
BLOWS! BOTH TO, UNKINDLY THE WIND TO ME


DOTH FINDS THOU NOT
A FLOWER OF TEARS IN HER HEART'S ARM
BLOOMS PRETTY BUDS OF GLOOM BUT
FINDS THOU NO HARM

MY LOVER WEEPS WITH GRIEF
FOR ME, ALL FOR ME
AND SHE TAMES HER SADNESS WITH BRIEF
INTERLUDES OF TEARS FOR ME

LOVER! OH LOVER OF MINE
SHALL THOU PRESIDE AT THE STILL CLOCK
TILL AWAY U PINE
T'IS UNION OF SOBBERSOME WEDLOCK

LOVE BRUTALLY GAVE THY
BRIDAL HAND TO A RIVAL SUITOR
BRIDE OF SORROW STAND BY
AS I BETROTHED TO DEATH, YOURS NO MORE


FIN..COPYRIGHT DAVID ODIASE