Romantic Tales

The second of my 'Fuchsia' poems. I tried my hand at a couple of acrostics too – not a form I had any experience with, and who knows how well they really work here?

There's also a bit of 'creative' experimentation with italics.

ROMANTIC TALES

On and on, romantic tales

Flow from heart to heart

And cause their owners to sing –

She’s singing

Forget the sun

Under the moon

Surrender your boredom

Caught by the tune

Hold your heart high

In the heart of a dove

And give up the ages, then you’ll be loved.

I skip across the page

She skips in inverse sense

Our paths create a rip

A gap in the mortal fence…

And then I see it

Grand towers

Open windows

Red turrets

from afar

Misty mountains

Empty wasteland

Naked rockfalls

from afar

Great is the

Home of the

Ancient songs of

Stones and

Trees that yet survive.

Far and wide

O faraway tide

She’s singing still

And I’ll sing too.

Thanks to: Mervyn Peake for Titus Groan and Queen for Keep Passing The Open Windows.