#rossetti
O Autumn! thou hast splendidly array'd
Nature, whose robes are treasure-rich with colour.
A patchy quilt of dying leaves decay'd,
Thou blanketest the world with deathly dolour.
I hear a voice inside my head. I list.
"Come buy, come buy," I hear in my mind's ear.
The pulse doth quicken suddenly in my wrist:
The netherworld hath never been so near.
I hearken to the rattling of the leaves
That hang like vampyre bats from skeletal trees.
The songful birds that nested 'neath the eaves
Have long since flown away with high degrees.
I'm cold and getting colder, and my breath
Is telling me I'm close to coming Death.
Oct 3, 2024
Oct 3, 2024 at 5:50 PM UTC
“Whose heart was breaking for a little love”
L.E.L
Poetesses of old
How I wish that I could fold
You all in my arms –
You who suffered for your art,
Were never recognised or prized,
But who spun lyrics of
Ardour, wit and truth,
Anguish, love and ruth.
It brings tears to my eyes
To think of your lonesome demises;
But your legacy lives on –
Through your pain you made us strong,
Soothed us and moved us
As we perused your
Versified versions of life;
So I thank you
Christina Rossetti,
Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
Letitia Elizabeth Landon –
For when you were told to do nought
You must have sat down and thought
You were worth more than
Motherhood and chores and
So you wrote and you rhymed;
In short, I am inspired.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 5:59 PM UTC
Morning and evening,
Pretty girl, I've watched you cry,
Subject to this Goblin world
That made you scared to try.
I hope you know that you're the sweetest fruit
Anyone could hope to buy,
And you've grown up on the strongest branch,
That lifts you close up to the sky.
My dearest little sister,
Please don't fear the dawning of each day.
I hope you know that I'll be there,
to hold your hand all the way.
For there is no friend like a sister,
And your friend I'll always stay.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC