Kevin Michael Bloor

Adonais is Fallen

When Adonais fought and fell
upon fate’s foreign field,
and blood was bleeding from his wounds
upon his sword and shield,

a stranger sought to save his life
as he lay on the Earth,
while I made merry, mocked and moved
my mug of measured mirth.

When Adonais breathed adieu
that fatal day in spring;
he faced ferocious foe and fray
as such a petty thing.

And I, unweeping, did not see
his last and final hour,
so some may choose to label me:
his traitor in the tower.

But Adonais, cruelly slain,
in pain, when dying, smiled.
And I know that he smiled for me:
his broken-hearted child.


  • L. B. Mek

    As tender, immersive and proud: as Shelley's last note to Keats,
    my condolences for your loss,
    my congratulations on the wonderful elegy you penned

    • Kevin Michael Bloor

      Many thanks, LB, for taking the time to read my poor little rhymes. 😉

    • Michael Edwards

      A sad emotive write - a super tribute.

      • Kevin Michael Bloor

        Thank you, Michael. Appreciate your kind comments and feedback. 😉

      • Fay Slimm.

        Such a well constructed tribute Kevin to a much-missed father and which no doubt will be treasured by family and of course by readers here .........written with memory's honest regrets this classic piece of work.

        • Kevin Michael Bloor

          Thank you, Fay, for your kind comments. Appreciate your taking the time to read my little rhymes.

        • MendedFences27

          To lose your father at such a young age is tragedy for sure, but your tribute says you have not forgotten. Perhaps your skill for writing was an inherited gene?
          A very moving poem that brings together a lost loved one and the written words of a son to show how poetry can connect with people's emotions. - Phil A.

          • Kevin Michael Bloor

            Thank you, Phil. I appreciate your feedback. Yeah, my dad was very artistic. He played in a band and even cut a single once (a record). I think you're right; he may have passed his gift on to me, in some small way. All I do is compose my poor little rhymes as they pour out of my heart. Thanks again for taking the time.

          • Goldfinch60

            A sad write but great words fro you father.


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