Dear Reader,
Lately I have been a little puzzled over the way I add to this blog, since it is almost as chaotic as my mind; making it perhaps useful for me to understand, but perhaps less sensible to you, good reader. And so, I thought I might start this; the first of a structure of posts (or so I hope it to be). I have never been a fan of Tuesdays; they are not the start of the week so you are unlikely to be excited for any new things beginning, and they are far too far from the end, and so you have a long way to go until the weekend. Therefore, I have decided to add a little something to keep myself distracted from the inhumane horror of having to experience one ever week; this is to post a new piece of poetry each week on Tuesday, so that I can forget for a little while about how terrible the day is.
So, honest reader, allow me to introduce my first of these poems, and I pray, should you also tire of Tuesdays, to read on and yourself be distracted from these dismal hours.
Dawn, May 2012
Out the dawn rose up ablaze
And set a dance its hopeful rays,
As quick against the gasps of night
It cast them all about in flight.
Come you angels;
Rise and sing,
Seabirds caw and church bells ring.
Fall you spectres;
Hide away,
For light and love shall rule this day.
High the clouds forgot their woes
Amidst their weightless crimson flows;
Where soon the summer shall be borne,
For now there rides a springtime morn.
Come idle song;
Birds and more,
And play the tune of ev’ry shore.
Name your chorus;
Call it day,
Now let it live and love alway.
‘Tis truth in brightest kingdoms lie
The thousand embers set to die,
But as they rise who’d comprehend
That they as well so soon must end?
Rise you sunlight,
Bright and grand,
Golden as immortal sand,
Church and steeple
Ring you well;
Of these finest people tell.
In the east the sun is crowned,
In the west the moon is drowned;
And the shore is bathed in all
Till those final sun-sparks fall.
Come you angels;
Rise and sing,
Seabirds caw and church bells ring.
Fall you spectres;
Hide away,
For light and love shall rule this day!
I hope, dear reader, you have found some interest in my tuneless verse,
Until Tuesday strikes again (wouldn’t that make an amazing film title?), or until I next have a chance, farewell, dear reader,
Mike