The cobbled roads
Are bestowed with toppled leaves,
A verdant dressing upon the lanes
Of old Warfield,
Perhaps a warning
To you and me, not
To follow the estranged lanes
Like the lone tractor
Teasing the outskirts
Of the wooden curtain,
Devil woods that drape
Over her buried majesty;
The venerable body
Of old Warfield, and
Are you one who rambles?
One who marches
In the bitter spit
Of frozen streams, and
One who claws at the hedges
For famished berries
That wither into dreams,
And are you the one
That I shall take with me?
One who seeks
The bustling labour
Of vanishing bees, and
One who gawps at the larks
Who dive from
The roving rookeries,
No, you are the liberal feather
Flailing in the breeze, and
The one who
Tethers to the curves
Of falling seeds, oh
I should have been woeful Prufrock
Confessing on the fiendish walk
Until I am anchored by the knees.
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 5:58 AM UTC
The cobbled roads
Are bestowed with toppled leaves,
A verdant dressing upon the lanes
Of old Warfield,
Perhaps a warning
To you and me, not
To follow the estranged lanes
Like the lone tractor
Teasing the outskirts
Of the wooden curtain,
Devil woods that drape
Over her buried majesty;
The venerable body
Of old Warfield, and
Are you one who rambles?
One who marches
In the bitter spit
Of frozen streams, and
One who claws at the hedges
For famished berries
That wither into dreams,
And are you the one
That I shall take with me?
One who seeks
The bustling labour
Of vanishing bees, and
One who gawps at the larks
Who dive from
The roving rookeries,
No, you are the liberal feather
Flailing in the breeze, and
The one who
Tethers to the curves
Of falling seeds, oh
I should have been woeful Prufrock
Confessing on the fiendish walk
Until I am anchored by the knees.