But for thy kiss upon my lips Tight coilsprings within my womb Hands laced firm across my breast Shock and pain in glitt'ring eyes News of our salvation taken Without thy aid I live again Years of pain tear love asunder Footsteps fall on fallen foes Thy only hand takes mine in thine It's for endurance that we strive *** Author's Note: This one was very experimental for me, even though it sticks to pretty conventional poetic forms. Like most people, I wrote lots of poetry in my teens - some good, most bad - and haven't done a lot with poetry since. But a fragment came to me one day about a year ago - the first line, "But for thy kiss upon my lips" - and it stuck with me, so I wanted to let it out to play to see what it could do. I worked on this a few stanzas at a time over several months. That sounds very laborious and time-consuming, and of course it wasn't, but it was the sort of thing I felt was important to let sit for a while during the process. I had it on my hard drive for a while before deciding to post. I don't know if it will be many people's cup of tea, but I hope you got something out of it. Cheers! |