sonnet

The frail of heart

The frail of heart does frail a promise giveAnd keeps it while the weather’s fair and well,Forsaking them as storms do settle inTo stay for days or hours on end Sometimes the beauty treacherous may proveWhilst it beguiles or at distance keepsBut should you closer come, it burnsWith absence of the soul or inner peace.Continue reading “The frail of heart”

My caged heart doth voiceless music make

My caged heart does voiceless music makeIts wretched state prevents it from all joy,My heart is mute, albeit for beauty’s sakeIt tries to sing – and loses voice. My heart does watch as memories rotIn bloodstained earth and dampen’d floors,My heart’s cage is by passions wrought,It holds my heart in hate and woes. My heartContinue reading “My caged heart doth voiceless music make”

My heart is chain’d

My heart is chain’d to those whom I have loved,As is my mind to those who have my hatred bourne,My soul is weak, yet never is deniedIts right to leave its grave of blackened stone. When it does leave, in hours of pale moonlight,It often goes to where my true love lies,It cries in vain,Continue reading “My heart is chain’d”

Would I to win the crown

Would I to win the crown for your fair glance,I would have battled, fought and warred for days on end.I would have risked it all for swift embrace,For one brief word, for touch of hand. Would you to love me then, as you did once,Or would you let me perish,pray?Would you to let me die,Continue reading “Would I to win the crown”

Say hello to Sir Thomas. He is surely up for some poetry. Sir Thomas being of course the brilliant Tudor courtier and poet, Sir Thomas Wyatt, who’s taken to visiting while I’m working. He first came through while I was reading his biography Graven with diamonds. He’s quite a frequent guest, and a pleasant company.Continue reading “Sonnet”