An Old Poem for All Hallows' Eve: Ode to the Man
Here is a poem I wrote in university while studying the Romantics and poetry. Ode to The Man I Contained, consumed by a vast black land, Amid entanglements of green webs Tended by metal monsters and hardened hands. A frustrated feline upon the rooftops crept, Seeking refuge in that solitary state, As the squall came rolling, in silence wept. Unfathomed, thought she, that that Godly Fate Had left her as a foundling in fog Searching for that one true mate. Nightly escapes from masked pigs as dogs Ran she as I and I as she, Caught in the man’s net and he, With seductive dark eyes, launched into his prologue . II Thou cast upon me a knightly gaze Face of weather more than Male, In thine eyes a sparkle of craze. Feeling thy gentle hand brush back my veil, Rushing water running through me, I say, “With forked tongue, spin thy tale.” “For thine eyes to see Would reveal my world insane With fear and loathing q