LOVE'S THROES, Bronze~ODIN VI Options

[Psyche]

LOVE’S THROES

He left yesterday. Images of fallow roads
puncture solitude, and fade. The sun erodes
my thoughts like a dry sponge. They grow dim -
love’s tendrils wind their way around my heart,
to build on solid ground a world apart
that may by gentle force go on, and round him.

The sky is not my friend today; it casts a garish spell
on things and dreams. It counterpoises Camelot.
Life dissolves in threads: I need a sense of plot!
Uninhabited plateaus... Heartbroken, quite unwell,

denizen-prisoner of inner space
where only elves dare tread and trim with lace
my memory of him. Rejected pawn
with bunker-shaped dome, afraid of dawn;
weary nomad by my love accursed,
quarrying sadness and thirst.

Prophets! Seers! Read the riddle of subterranean
fears, my eggshell life. Players in this game
deserve three lives; and I, poltroon,
dare not pursue the sentimental lane.
Yet shining softly on my bed, Mock moon,
a gray, autumnal calm has stilled all pain,

spreads down my spine, these oaths will undermine.
To fall in line might take a thousand years,
plowing furrows in love's harsh confines-
I do not even know why I write these lines.

Aphrodite should have sung last rites
to passion's knife-wounds, to my heart’s plight.

By Psyche



© Sylvia Maclagan, Buenos Aires, Argentina, 2007.

[Cleo_Serapis]

Thank you for your entry into Odin's Opposition!

Perhaps you’ll rise up, drink from the Well of Wisdom and be crowned the ‘bringer of victory’?

Best of luck in the battle!

~Mosaic Musings Staff

[Cleo_Serapis]

Congratulations Sylvia on your Bronze placement!

You have risen up, drank from the Well of Wisdom and have been crowned the ‘bringer of victory’!

Well done!