Denouement

jo

In my mind I build a castle;
I make you king
and me
dirty rascal.

It’s so hard getting noticed by royalty 
with a wardrobe of tattered rags.
It’s so tiring wandering outside the gates
carrying life in threadbare bags.

The castle of course is so flawless, so grand;
rumours are spun of its price.
But common sense? Secretly locked in the dungeon,
chained up amidst vile rats and mice.

So I'll no longer wait here, debate here, narrate here;
crunching on eggshells and other remainders.
I'll quest now for answers, displacing my likeness,
pursuing dominions with unlocked gold chambers.

  • Author: jo (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 23rd, 2021 03:52
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  • Users favorite of this poem: rebmasters, L. B. Mek
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  • rebmasters

    I really love this. It's certainly how I feel about someone in my life. A beautiful soul I admire so, who for some reason spends time with me (better not to question it haha).

    Your lovely words really remind me of my favourite writer - Maggie Nelson. She writes:

    'You ran at least a lap ahead of me, words streaming in your wake. How could I ever catch up (by which I mean, how could you want me?)'

    And that a lover is like:

    'A beautiful bird who chose, by nothing short of grace, to make a habitat of your heart'

    Anyway, thanks for sending me off on this wonderful tangent! xx

    • jo

      Such a lofty set of compliments, wow, thank you so much. 🙂
      Oooh, nice, I love the 'beautiful bird' quote. What a delight that I remind you of a writer like that.
      PS I do like the quote about running a lap ahead too.

      • rebmasters

        I would really recommend her books 'Bluets' and 'The Argonauts' - both absolutely beautiful (and where these quotes come from) xxx

      • L. B. Mek

        'It’s so hard getting noticed by royalty
        with a wardrobe of tattered rags.
        It’s so tiring wandering outside the gates
        carrying life in threadbare bags.'
        especially, when we're the ones
        that deem those unworthy others
        as our lives royalty mirages...
        an intriguing read on projecting
        our ideals on others
        while demeaning our worth
        based on fear fuelled, facades!
        thanks for sharing
        your acutely insightful commentary

        • jo

          Wow, thank you for expressing your appreciation of my words and for such a thoughtful reflection, L. B. Mek.



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