- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Among the Reeds
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Along the river, singing reeds
Play a doric tune –
The night wind softly moans and leads
An orchestra that sighs, recedes,
Advances with the moon.
And dressed in moonlight, like a bride,
Ophelia comes close –
She chooses no more to collide
But float and join the outward tide,
A wilted, broken rose.
In indecision Hamlet sees
But doesn't make her turn...
He turns his back on her and flees,
A scarecrow dashing through the trees
Who has no love to burn
And as the river bears her down
The reeds intone to me
That whether he be prince or clown
Man must obey his heart or drown
And join her in the sea.
- COMMENTS
Tzaraalmost 12 years agoVery, very nicely done rhyme and meter (which I hear as iambic tetrameter and trimeter, not that it matters) in what makes for an elegant form. I'm curious if this is a particular form (I don't recognize it) or whether you've simply constructed a nonce form.
Very pleasant read.
greenmountaineeralmost 12 years agoVery nice. The river's rhythm, literary references, varying tetrametic with hexametric iambic lines, and the enjambment make the poem more than sing song for me.
Maybe it's not your cup of tea, but I'm hoping sometime I'll read your talent in blank verse.
