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”
Tag Archives: Thomas Wyatt
Sonnet
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”
Into the Unknown 