Sunday, May 24, 2020
AWAITING BLONDEL, AND OTHER POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, WRITTEN APRIL 12, 2020
By Donovan Baldwin
AWAITING BLONDEL
A writer's self banishment,
Poet walled within his mind,
Pacing restlessly back and forth,
Measuring the dimensions of his cell,
Where to fit on stones and into corners
Memories of brightness and laughter,
Tumbled images glimpsed momentarily,
Between his bars of solitude,
Awaiting the song of an itinerant minstrel,
Come to ransom him, and take him home.
NOTE: One legend is, first narrated in the 13th century, that he played a part in the discovery and release of King Richard I of England from his imprisonment (1192–94) by the Holy Roman emperor Henry VI. Supposedly, according to legend, he traveled the countryside singing part of a song he and Richard had written, and found where Richard was held when he heard him sing part of the song back.
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slow dance in moonlight
barely move but to caress...
body to body
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my mind reaches out
intangible caresses...
somewhere she blushes
-----
her colorful soul
shining bright with light and love...
hidden for so long
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sacred demeter
goddess of fertility...
kneel at her altar
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When alone in the woods
As the moon plays tricks with
Light and shadow among the trees
And the wind makes darkness
Come alive in sight and sound,
I find it easily understood how
Our ancient ancestors created
Myth and legend peopled with
Strange creatures glimpsed,
Or so they uncertainly believed,
But not understood, and deities,
Created from wisps of imagination,
Gods and goddesses crippled with
The fearsome frailties of man.
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neath tree's umbrella
lovers hiding in the rain...
sharing wet kisses
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call me elixir
fill yourself with my sweet love...
until it's my turn
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arms wrapped around you
kissing the back of your neck...
your sigh asks for more
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cursive from nib pen
meaty words weightier than...
ball point capitals
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contemplative pause
dawn's cup lifted to my lips...
night flees with my dreams
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A writer's self banishment,
Poet walled within his mind,
Pacing restlessly back and forth,
Measuring the dimensions of his cell,
Where to fit on stones and into corners
Memories of brightness and laughter,
Tumbled images glimpsed momentarily,
Between his bars of solitude,
Awaiting the song of an itinerant minstrel,
Come to ransom him, and take him home.
NOTE: One legend is, first narrated in the 13th century, that he played a part in the discovery and release of King Richard I of England from his imprisonment (1192–94) by the Holy Roman emperor Henry VI. Supposedly, according to legend, he traveled the countryside singing part of a song he and Richard had written, and found where Richard was held when he heard him sing part of the song back.
-----
slow dance in moonlight
barely move but to caress...
body to body
-----
my mind reaches out
intangible caresses...
somewhere she blushes
-----
her colorful soul
shining bright with light and love...
hidden for so long
-----
sacred demeter
goddess of fertility...
kneel at her altar
-----
When alone in the woods
As the moon plays tricks with
Light and shadow among the trees
And the wind makes darkness
Come alive in sight and sound,
I find it easily understood how
Our ancient ancestors created
Myth and legend peopled with
Strange creatures glimpsed,
Or so they uncertainly believed,
But not understood, and deities,
Created from wisps of imagination,
Gods and goddesses crippled with
The fearsome frailties of man.
-----
neath tree's umbrella
lovers hiding in the rain...
sharing wet kisses
-----
call me elixir
fill yourself with my sweet love...
until it's my turn
-----
arms wrapped around you
kissing the back of your neck...
your sigh asks for more
-----
cursive from nib pen
meaty words weightier than...
ball point capitals
-----
contemplative pause
dawn's cup lifted to my lips...
night flees with my dreams
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Labels: Blondel, caresses, dance, Demeter, donovan baldwin, King Richard, kissing, poems, poetry
