Red Giant

by Ben Pickard   Jun 19, 2021


I tried to spark the sun at night,
But found the moon a stubborn foe,
And so I slumbered in the land
Where only ghosts and shadows go -

it's in the dark,
I lose my mark
and drown beneath the river's flow -

With loving care and tenderness,
I bring a rose to fulsome bloom:
Entreating it to stay awhile,
The petals fall amidst the gloom -

the future holds,
for marigolds,
a wilting leaf below the moon

And what of you, my irksome muse,
Who drank the ink with which I write?
'tis only spit that meets the page
With curdled blood and words of spite -

I loved you so,
but now I know
that stars are not forever bright

--

Ben Pickard 2021

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  • 3 years ago

    by Walter

    A delightful read Ben and I can only agree with the previous comments - amazing!

    • 3 years ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thanks so much, Walter

  • 3 years ago

    by Katrynn

    "And what of you, my irksome muse,
    Who drank the ink with which I write?
    'tis only spit that meets the page
    With curdled blood and words of spite -

    I loved you so,
    but now I know
    that stars are not forever bright"

    Very spooky to me, but Ben, this is amazing! The words hardly matter when you have this kind of talent (except Keira would surely have something to say about it ;) )
    I was not expecting this from the title, but wow!
    Katrynn

    • 3 years ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Lovely of you to say, Katrynn. Thank you.

  • 3 years ago

    by Em

    I have no words, this is amazing! X

    • 3 years ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Well, at least I kept you quiet, Em... :)

      Thank you.

  • 3 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Wowsers!!! Was this meter scheme something you'd seen before? I like it!

    • 3 years ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Hi, Michael. I think Hardy wrote in this style from time to time, or at least something like.

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