Saturday, December 14, 2013

Ode to a Strange Spirit

Hail to thee, insidious malcontent!
Myself  thou never wert,
Yet from some far-off plane wast sent,
To infiltrate my heart,
And from thence to permeate all the senses.

The dratted door was left ajar,
And through it issued a bracing breath;
All giddy, I mistook it for ardor,
As if sudden spring burned in my breast--
and reached for it in vain, grasping air.

Just when my hands had given up the search,
The stealthy wraith commenced its wily scheme
Of occupation, to sneak beneath my skin,
Out of sight, yet unavoidable to the mind,
To take up residence in my protesting form.

Yea, thou knowest, so well, how to fill a vase
Of shrinking violets with cheap champagne,
To nudge and prod, to induce a trance,
To guffaw at my maudlin pranks,
To overhear even my most indecent deliberations.

 Return to the dusky plane, thou wily pest!
Though thou art my first thought when I awake,
I would that that wouldst return to thine own nest
As the day advances within thy clutches,
Why? Why? Why? shrieks the neurotic loon in my head.


wind said...
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wind said...

beautifully penned my friend

iuliaflame said...

Hello darling wind; this is not so much beautiful as it is desperate, but you are so welcome here, I will search for your blog!

(for erin) when i ask, where have the redpolls gone, and why the silence at my seed station your eyes, unbidden twin candles startle ...

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