Heirs of this dark earth,
You must wait for your due
None are yet certain
What Legacy holds
The bright and emboldened few
Own the truth, bound and trussed up with string
They hold it close to their chests, a privation of history,
A great and inglorious thing
So, what does Mother sing to you?
As you lie in the scarlet room
What promise, what hope, what lies beyond
The walls of the waiting womb?
Comments
hi chris
Very nice to meet you
This write is very powerful
it interested me enough to read imperial adam - i like your version better :)
I have nothing to offer in thought of any way to improve... although I did wonder about the rhyme - any reason you didn't try to rhyme the first two couplets?
and i really like both the opening (it draws the reader in immediately) as well as the closing lines which leave the reader pondering the purpose of life
Love judy
xxx
Hey Judyanne!
Thanks for your kind words. No reason for not rhyming the first 2, just didn't want to force anything, and would detract from the meaning. A.D. Hope did have some fine moments though, if you can track down "Death of a bird" (ignoring the fact that not all birds are migratory) - it is a beautiful piece of iambic pentameter, almost flawless..
Thanks and love to you too :)