We never
found a way under his sway.
The
elephant trampled us in the fray.
At Lion’s
carnal feast we did fall a prey.
The sun
blinds us, but we still feel no ray.
For his
sake, burning, we flared in his lie.
And his
forceful flood left us high and dry.
His shady
plot though stared us in our aye.
His sky
made us vie to die, not to fly.
He was only
bound by our own promise
To follow
him and grow in common bliss!
His sweet
song was but insane serpent’s bliss!
Over our
heads past and future gather.
In the
desert we share manna, yonder,
Where
angels and beasts will live together.
The Arabian sonnet is a quatrozain composed of two quatrains (AAAA, BBBB) and two tercets (CCC, DDD) with 10 (or eleven) syllables per line; in line 9, there is a volta, i.e. a turn, or climax.
ReplyDeleteTruth be told, I rarely read many poems from Poirson; but the few that I have been privileged to read had been quite rewarding. Most times we spend considerable amount of time looking out for the next Maya Angelou, but she is here!
ReplyDeleteTruth to say, I hardly find the time to churn out poems these days! But Abel, your words pen-etrate my heart very deeply. Beyond the compliment I see here the expression of a great soul and a true friend.:-)
DeleteYes, it's me, Brigitte, under my husband's cap
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