Tag: Mythology

NaPoWriMo Day 4

Darling,
Dear sweet darling,
I’ve been dreaming for decades
For the day I could say my
Deepest, darkest feelings for you.

But I’ve let this drag on for too long
With these feelings so strong
This could all go so wrong
But I’ve known all along
I love you.

Dearest and sweetest,
Spyro the Dragon
I open my heart and
I raise this flagon to you
Because you are my world;

This isn’t a lie,
I’m just really shy
But I feel the sparx fly
When you walk by,
Won’t you please be my guy?

You’re a gem,
You’re a catch,
In your claws,
You have snatched
And stolen my heart away.

When I’m lying in bed,
The only thought in my head
Is my cute quadruped
And the day that we’re wed;
I feel my cheeks burning red because

You’ve set my heart on fire,
You’re my every desire.
My love is for hire
But if you don’t require me,
I guess that’s okay.

You’re a hero,
A wanderer,
My brave purple warrior.
Before I start crying,
Please, just fly away.

© Emilie C. Black, Apr 2020

#PoeticAnswers 54 – How’s The Poetry Challenge Going?

It’s like climbing a mountain of paper,
Or more appropriately, a mountain range
Because there’s a whole range of topics
But they all feel the same and I’m
Trudging through these snow drafts and
Getting colder in an uphill struggle because
I’m never peaking or reaching the
Tops of my potential because it’s a
Pinball tabletop plateau. That’s to say,
It’s feels like I’m falling flat on an incline and
Bouncing around ideas but nonetheless
Doing the same things over and over again.
I’m becoming snowblind and I
Can’t see the line between disillusion and mirage
And when it looks like I’m making tracks
I’m not smiling it’s just my face
Beginning to crack from the pressure and
Altitude and magnitude of the situation.
I’m seeing the same metaphors and visions
Dressed in different expositions but I know
They’re the same. It’s just repetition
Of ideas and images because I left
My originality behind twenty days ago
Because it ran out and I couldn’t carry
The excess weight of the emptiness around
And sometimes it feels like
I’m not even on the mountain anymore
Because I feel buried, like I’m underground,
Like I’m in hell like Persephone,
Five months after the kidnap.
Almost giving up on her
Fruitless endeavours and tired of
Repeating herself over and over.
Just waiting out for a
Bright new day and waiting for
The sun to come out and melt
All the misery away and
Finally manage to make and feel something
New.

Today’s question comes from a chat with a flyerer on the Royal Mile who was interested in what I do.