Fragments from ‘The Betrayal’April 8, 2010 at 6:32 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 11 Comments
Tags: Byron, poetry, writing
When on a flat black sea bebobs a painted cap
t’will be Greece twice mad like drownded cat
grist for the millers hobnailed clubfoot
dance to bounce his merry wife
her boobies barely clad in underwear overwear overhears
the armoury sergeant on formal bended knee propose
a midnight tryst and in that wish become betrothed.
With sacrificial Lamb a party planned for
ladies gathered neath whispering fans, a dark man
prowls pen in hand, a Childe’s contrivance on command.
The sergeant falls in open field his wounds alive,
his fear his wife, his youthful bride,
The miller in his bed expires from overwork yet
underhired, the runner stone turns one more time,