Walk up, walk up, fair knights and ladies! Meeting in battle today for the first time ever are two poems of very different composure, manner and attire. The first, inspired by a verse from a ballad by that incomparable bard Sir Timothy of Br’ian, is serious and moody. A knight of darkness, riding to the rescue of damsels in distress. The second jumped fresh as a daisy from a line from Lady Claudia’s Book of Adventurous Deeds: sweet, rambunctious and all white fluffiness. They are competing here for your favours. Which one will get your vote?
1) One day you stop filling in cracks
with smiles, guts and vapour.
One day the paint becomes too heavy for the wall.
One night your eyes unblink in reddened wakefulness
and never come to rest again.
One morning your boots start walking all by themselves.
2) Time is a thin line on a cat’s back.
When you most want to tickle it awake
and grab it by its fleeting softness,
it scampers away in offended silence.
Yet when you blissfully ignore,
pace forth in multitasking skullduggery,
reluctant to waste a drop…
it curls into a placid ball
and purrs contentment into your impatient lap.
These two poems are in response to our ‘medievally themed’ week at dVerse Poets Pub, where we are bidding fond farewell (but not adieu) to Claudia and Brian, our founding parents. Do come over and join the celebrations! [I have marked the lines from their poems in italics.]