In the song of the antelope,
the Prince heard his Queen
Now locked in a convent,
her beauty unseen
The tower still distant,
its ramparts on guard
Just one point of entry,
a hero\'s reward
The mist in the valley,
her prison unseen
Through clouds in the distance,
her pleadings, her screams
The miles before him,
twin antlers ahead
His future unfolding
—his destiny wed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2016)
No Longer Asking
There’s a clarity that comes with age,
confusion on the run
The light much brighter deep inside,
no writing on the come
My youth endeavors, drifting lines,
those hedges where I’d hide
Have all been trimmed or taken down,
left nothing to deny
There’s a clarity that comes with age,
lens sharpened, filters off
Regrets left bleeding where they fell,
to die amongst the frost
When morning comes my eyes are clear,
the past a long goodbye
My vision focused on my dreams
—no longer asking why
(Bryn Mawr College: April, 2020)
Your Captive Voice
Lusting after a song unsung,
I hunted through your fear
And trapped the demon that kept you mute,
blood dripping from my spear
Desirous of your captive voice,
I hung its head up high
And waited for you to sing at last
—no longer love denied
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)