poetry by Annie Evelyn Morris
In silvered shadows my hero arrives,
Not on a white horse,
But only walking.
Without a sword to slay the dark dragon.
His weapon mere words:
I hear him talking.
"It's nothing special. It's no big deal."
Odd things for a warrior to say.
Where is the poetry, the flourish?
Is this truly one who will win the day?
He falls silent. He offers his hand.
The dragon draws closer and I'm afraid.
Then, a shifting, and the beast is gone.
We're dancing on mist in a forest glade.
I know. Morpheus has sent a message by way
Of this strange champion.
Dragons are real!
You face them and they dissolve into the mist.
They're nothing special.
They are no big deal.
FROM MARY TO ROBERT ROY
No archer's arrow can pierce my heart,
Nor poet's lines cause it to flutter and start.
No courtier with his fancy way
Can hold my affection in his sway.
The minstrel may as well withhold his song.
His melody I will abandon ere long.
You ask on whom I will bestow my kiss,
When all these suitors I do dismiss.
The one to whom my homage is paid--
The smiling chieftain with the quiet blade.
He has no need of grand pretention
To catch my eye and gain my attention.
He knows that love is more sweet when discreetly displayed,
Does my smiling chieftain with the quiet blade.
No blushing maid of fifteen am I.
It is not my gambit to swoon and sigh.
Yet he knows well where my troth doth lie.
In his dark eyes there burns a fire
Only matched by the flame of my desire.
I pray to The Dear to be so blessed
To receive his kiss upon my breast,
To lie with him in fond embrace,
To lead him to my secret place
Where long I have both dreamed and prayed
For love of my chieftan with the quiet blade.
No other could his game so well have played
As my smiling chieftan with the quiet blade.
I'm always thinking about you, love
And I frequently wonder why
Sometimes you make me laugh,
Other times make me cry.
You don't know what you're doing to me.
Then again, maybe you do.
If there is any way to resist you,
I haven't got a clue.
You are constantly perplexing,
Clouding my mind and piercing my heart.
Yet, I think that I have courted you
Almost from my very start.
The questions I have about you
Could surely cause my brain to burst.
I only hope you'll take pity on me
And provide the answers first.
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