To own the goddess of the grove
I’d trade off all my treasure
I’d court her, down by cutthroats’ cove
Relinquish life of leisure
To win her hand, my sweetest dove
I’d kill a crouching tiger
I’d war against the gods above
Or climb the mighty Eiger
To keep her, I’d caress the cross
Like Joan, they set on fire
Pronounce all pleasure dismal dross
Parched tinder for the pyre
To lose her and her tender touch
Would murder all the magic
Mutate and mangle love’s young dream
To twisted tale so tragic
To win her back, to stay with me
While willow it was weeping
I’d nail her to that tortured tree
Then true love I’d be keeping!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 23rd, 2018 06:08
- Comment from author about the poem: Lighthearted lines, influenced by Robert Browning (My Last Duchess & Porphyria's Lover) and our dear, old friend Edgar Allan Poe...
- Category: Love
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Comments2
very nice
Clever write.
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