O poet!/ Writing
Of lost love
Why sigh and moan
Why obsess so
Objectifying
Devaluing
Something - someone you
Claimed to love
O poet! Don't
Speak of lost flowers/
Of light or grace or laughter/
Of all the precious stones
Of the world/ Don't speak
Tonight/ of white robed ladies
In ivory towers
O poet!
Each person their own
Master or mistress/ Riding
White chargers into their own
Destinies/ O poet!
How dare we speak up
You and I/ For we have
Nothing
To do here with this
No one
To lend a ear
O poet!/ Why?
Why did you lose your love?
Was it you?/ Was it them?
Was it cruel circumstance?
Honour and duty/ Parents' insanity
A Scottish poem dying
In a tragic storm
O poet!/ Don't you see
'Tis madness to hold
Onto these/ Memories of a rain-
Drenched stroll/ Of kisses
Never stolen/ Of loves lost
Before they began/ Of past selves
Discarded and forgotten
O poet!/ I seek to write
A tombstone for my love long lost
A death mask for a memory
A paean to a ghost living on
In just my thoughts/ My sullen silence
Missing words make up a poem
To honour the fallen/
And the ones that never fought
